A Taxi Narrative
Your hands are cold,The heat drained for another episode,
Of smiles, deceit and I know,
I'm only knee deep but here I stand, out of my depth.
Our innocence,
Lost and found in boxes stacked in attics,
Static but complete,
As lips of lovers meet.
You gaze upon the walks,
Leading to a corner,
Silent as I talk,
My words, they seem to wander,
Your whispers shape the air,
With clouds of cold breath,
And I'm left to stare,
As the taillights disappear.
Lyrics to an original song which no-one will ever hear.
2 comments:
Let us hear it. I want to. Dont let it goes to waste :)
They have no fear, reminds me of my Prague transportation roach infestation at home: March 10th, 2011:
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