In my solitude

Hurtling around the streets,
waiting for someone
to tell you everything.
It’s just you spinning inside.
The clouds and the
falling leaves laughing.
Your mouth loosened
by cheap lipstick.
The lie, is a soul
over your heart.
We will never run
the same course again.
Just sing a song
about moving along
another road.
Some place between
earth and paradise.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s