Neon lights, suburbia
Memory on a bike rides down
The lane of whatever gibberish you planted
A lover's vow, a heartbreak, a Gelato
But an icecube over your cut
Near your right cheek where sat a red short nick
And shaved skin and a wide smile
The smell of antiseptic :anesthesia
Lover's vow and tornedo, whirlpool
Of emotions? Floodgates open your tears
My zodiacs tell there's a diamond on my ring
You're the current of my river, the flow of my blood,
the warmth of my skin, come over
Scoot near me, lean onto my shoulder and
Breath on me. Sigh at the TV screen,
rhetorics and pragmatics, politics and Machiavelli
Keats and Coleridge and we are the romantics
My country and your reign. Floor of ice-cream
Bathtub of paints , miniature lights,
Hush now, no more secrets to spill
Come over, scoot now, hug me tight
Tell me more, of all you did, you wanna do.
Tell me more, yell at me, you love me say it again, cause time is jealous and it runs hard
When we make love and the love floats on the water like oil it doesn't mix cause the time is jealous come now come over hug me tight...
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Mountain Souvenirs- A collection of Emotions
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