GI100 Book #2...random attempts at poetry. |
8-25-17 You sound like fire. Not flaming, but crackling. A summer settling. How could they know it was you first? Trying to match your glow. Errant show, blow by flickering blow. They didn't understand the effort necessary was also futile... you're copy-protected. Non-protracted. Safe enough to not be erased. You're a stranger setting fire to my head. Not flaming, but crackling. A summer stunner. How could you know it was me first? These words were set to explode on impact. Blow by faithless blow. I want to forget you by heart. |