I never looked for you.
Unrelenting, I held on
Catching only glimpses,
of a life, that weren't right,
Like walking in shoes too small,
Like looking at blue,
Colourblind.
We clashed at the crossroads
Searching for the same clues,
The music falling through dark skies.
I found my life,
Beating in you.
Lets walk together,
And dream with open eyes.
3 comments:
Over blood-stained wretched bedsheets...
We could plan a murder;
Or start a religion.....
-angels and sailors,
The Doors.
I dont know why, but this is what came to my mind when I read your work...so here it is...
Much respect,
Scribblers Inc.
"I found my life.. beating in u."
wonderul lines :D
Lovely.
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