Something hit me the other day
Everything had an added shade.
A shade that I'd never seen,
or maybe even never dreamed.
Pictured myself to be on the wrong side
of the most normal things.
All odds set against me
I'm running to break free.
Hate how it feels
to drive
on the Wrong Side
of the Road.
Tire-tracks on the melting asphalt,
Tattooed forevermore.
Not brave enough,
to cross the road,
wearing a blind-fold.
To be run over to be seen,
Not breathing anymore.
3 comments:
"Tire-tracks on the melting asphalt,
Tattooed forevermore."
Good, interesting and new :)
"Not brave enough,
to cross the road,
wearing a blind-fold.
To be run over to be seen,
Not breathing anymore."
I really like this one, it's fresh and the idea is fascinating, like you said. :)
More! :D
"Hate how it feels
to drive
on the Wrong Side
of the Road.
Tire-tracks on the melting asphalt,
Tattooed forevermore."
I LOVE this. And the last stanza. Wow. So vivid, so moving and dark. Always great to see new stuff from you.
thanks both of you.. ^^
your opinions mean a lot, really !
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