few, and some remarkable... well some, anyway.
A hot, curvy, and treacherous road, all down-hill.
Look over the railing into a salty fall-out... easily scared,
I'd steal an airplane, rather than be stuck in
a place with no light at the end of the tunnel,
and no one on my side.
What more could you tell about an all-girl's club?
Looking though a window... friends not included.
Cover it up in a joking whisper,
I saw you coming a mile away, black to the wind,
high contrast and capricious
in spite of yourself.
No comments:
Post a Comment