Yeah, it's like that, Baby
Our initials carved inside a heart.
For a good time call-
me
Scrawl my name in colors and in loops - big and curved,
declaring.
You heard I was the one.
I'm a train, whizzing past, fast
and bright
with wrecked
notions.
Song lyrics, catchy -
validating
Put
profundity where it doesn't belong -
where I can see it -
say it short and sweet.
....
has a small...
soul.
I'm a building, tall and old and you're
defacing value.
You're a break I shouldn't take
and what's that in my pocket? I'll
lock it up
in lace,
send with love.
It's late - I shouldn't be here.
You've got my number.
dverse
Clever write - love it.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I'm a train, whizzing past, fast
ReplyDeleteand bright
with wrecked
notions....nice...really cool piece again...could def hear it read...you've got my number, call for a good time...lol....
This just flies off the page - a bit like that train...
ReplyDeleteOh, this is great!
ReplyDeleteYou really capture the pace and purpose well.
ReplyDeletehaha..so cool...you def. made them talk...the buildings, trains..ha...love the interaction
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