Your heart was my hometown
I had no doubts whatsoever as to who was home now.. I knew I wasn't..
Heavy were the words that weighed in hard on me...made me fall with a thud.
Dirty was the mind you held up high above the clouds, across the sky..I wanted to meet-you-or...I might just stick to anticipating a never coming meteor..
Soul music got me soul
searching and I'm soul sick of musing..
24 hours with 3 wasted on fights...
I wasn't in much control of your life like the road pilots...hol up'
Turn on the lights...
I wish I could speak so much during times I was mute like the rio parrots..
Turn off the night with sunlight..Good-Mourning..
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PoetryPoetry is the TRUTH that tell's Art's lies, which in turn is the LIE that tells the TRUTH.. pieces of you and me relates to the romantic world, the ups and downs, and the expressions the could not come to the surface in the heat.
