I've forgotten what taste feels like
Now that I've crossed the space
Flickering butterflies cross the eyes
Drawing patterns within the hair flow
Now I know what they talked about
I've gone away, on a trip to return
Completely anew, nothing you've ever seen before
The street signs will stand as strong as I've left them
D.W 24/10/07
I wrote this in my head last night whilst driving home, showed it to Kirk a few minutes ago and he wanted me to put it up here.
Hope you like it as much as I try to.
Cheers all and have a great weekend.
2 comments:
You haven't published anything on 'The Long Winter' in a while.
What a perfect waste of good talent.
Thanks for the comment, may I know who this is though?.
*adjusts glasses*
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