big big rush

sorrow would not be aswel
as a park picked vehicle
forgoten in the middle of the road
in the middle of the day
in the perfect match
of two big crossed roads
going to nowhere else
instead of the kiss
you chose to washed it out
with sky teardrops
blue birds sing for hard days
when music won’t works out
and the buckle hurts
if your tempered failed
to manage
all the situation details
penalties in the matter of running
day by day with a car
in a weak attempt
to forget
about yourself
and the voice within
that tells you every night
try to sleep
and perhaps you’ll be trying then
to dream
for something
or imagine someone close to you
not even because you’re already laid down
and your skin warmed out
beneath the surface of the cover
of your bed.
it is a matter of dealing
with your trully heart
going very early in the morning
I mean completely in the dark
courageous way to put it right
going out to down town
for see and check
the power of the heart
where it is probably the best
place for her to seat
and breathing cold air
means not have to much expectations
from your shaking legs
if they won’t listen to yourself
much enough
to come back
until the early come up dawn

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