Her hair weaves like cars on the interstate,
Rest assured, I will not hesitate,
Lane to lane, its one woven formula,
A pattern caught by a lovely euphoria,
Skies rested on the Earths shoulders,
My head begs upon its boulders,
Let me rest and count the clouds,
An urgent feel screams aloud,
To keep a foot in the wave of cars,
Or to run from the thought of scars,
Is it all a journey from loved long pasts?
Or an expedition for something that lasts?
My thoughts remain in the deep blue cloth,
Where they are speculated and forever lost.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
Her hair weaves like cars on the interstate,
Rest assured, I will not hesitate,
Lane to lane, its one woven formula,
A pattern caught by a lovely euphoria,
Skies rested on the Earths shoulders,
My head begs upon its boulders,
Let me rest and count the clouds,
An urgent feel screams aloud,
To keep a foot in the wave of cars,
Or to run from the thought of scars,
Is it all a journey from loved long pasts?
Or an expedition for something that lasts?
My thoughts remain in the deep blue cloth,
Where they are speculated and forever lost.
