Another asphalt kiss
A black tarp love affair
Creatures of the night
Roaming this neon dream
Filthy but gilded in glamor
An air of desperation
Hangs like two forlorn lovers
Will it be a night of romance
Or do their pleas pass you by?
A rose to be forsaken
For its thorns are many
Or will you succumb to temptation
No matter how fraught with peril?
Is not love but a wondrous con artist
Casting your gaze elsewhere
To cast its hand into your pocket?
Choose wisely wanderer
These decrepit streets take no prisoners
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
Another asphalt kiss
A black tarp love affair
Creatures of the night
Roaming this neon dream
Filthy but gilded in glamor
An air of desperation
Hangs like two forlorn lovers
Will it be a night of romance
Or do their pleas pass you by?
A rose to be forsaken
For its thorns are many
Or will you succumb to temptation
No matter how fraught with peril?
Is not love but a wondrous con artist
Casting your gaze elsewhere
To cast its hand into your pocket?
Choose wisely wanderer
These decrepit streets take no prisoners
