i waited for you to get out of the wreck car
to slam the spiked doors of insomnia
and then to step in the puddles of ***** stars
with drops of silver silence spilling out
don’t dare to walk soft through those
buildings of warm milk
because streets don’t sleep
they always sing to the rhythm of songbirds;
and then, shout it to the deep windows
and pray for the nights that pass
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
i waited for you to get out of the wreck car
to slam the spiked doors of insomnia
and then to step in the puddles of ***** stars
with drops of silver silence spilling out
don’t dare to walk soft through those
buildings of warm milk
because streets don’t sleep
they always sing to the rhythm of songbirds;
and then, shout it to the deep windows
and pray for the nights that pass
