My ears as well as fears hold symmetry among the squeals of bus brakes
Aligning with the water coves accumulating along these streets I dabble timidly towards work
Hoping the our sun is forever gone and hidden, rays still pierced the cloud walks above
All while gazing out of a glass shield thickened due to bullet crowns
They are trophies marking the one who stay hidden like our today sun
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:58 PM UTC
My ears as well as fears hold symmetry among the squeals of bus brakes
Aligning with the water coves accumulating along these streets I dabble timidly towards work
Hoping the our sun is forever gone and hidden, rays still pierced the cloud walks above
All while gazing out of a glass shield thickened due to bullet crowns
They are trophies marking the one who stay hidden like our today sun
