Thursday 24 May 2012 photo 1/1
![]() ![]() ![]() |
but it does, because in the mirror sheen of these slick streets
there i can see a face looking up at me
i know its the features, i know its a shape
weathered lines trace a story of change
not of being left behind, not a trace of flitter or shine, this is just me
and with this foe i have a love hate past
how come you win every race
fine ill relish what i have today, and then tomorrow ill do the same
the next time, memory crutch staying home, next time i go...
Annons