Saturday, June 11, 2011

when the night is over

the laughter begins
the strange smells become
strange tells that haunt
the nightmares in your sleep

the lying begins
crazy aspirations become
strange inspirations that
wake you up and make you sing

the living begins
no more dreams no more excuses
it's one long trip
and stuck on repeat

the song starts
the tears gleam like dew
she dances on rocks
with her two bare feet

1 comment:

  1. Lovely observation. Most of all because it is not only well-worded, but correct, too.