Night interceptors, leave my dreams alone.
Your scissors cut along these dotted lies.
You’ll never see me crashing down her boulevard
as I watch him break her untamed heart.
Youth beneath wrinkles still make her alive.
Make the last call and toast my final bow.
She’ll bury me deep beside our fairy tale
while I push up daisies as farewell.
To be continued…
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
Night interceptors, leave my dreams alone.
Your scissors cut along these dotted lies.
You’ll never see me crashing down her boulevard
as I watch him break her untamed heart.
Youth beneath wrinkles still make her alive.
Make the last call and toast my final bow.
She’ll bury me deep beside our fairy tale
while I push up daisies as farewell.
To be continued…