oh to fall
i forget, this feeling
because it's too old
repeated like a movie
and the seasons keep changing
one more drink, for the road
another light at the end
of the tunnel
that's never-ending
my hands sport lines
like a cheetah
sand stained nails
claw at those stereotypes
some days i'm red
chameleon green
a touch of gold and a cross
then i fall to earth
we all falter
at those crossroads
playing the strings by ear
pretending
Posted by
Marilyn
comments (0)
