"who are you to tell me it'll always be this way?”
~the martinis
When all I want is something different and you can’t give it
to me
liar
linked by chains
chained
levels of life
intersections of hardwoods and cotton balls
sparkling tips of wheat colored grass
standing tall enough to mask true height
field of dancing glitter
bending blades pointing
at stoic greens and hills made of sand
where deer appear in the lost rays of sun’s set
“so free for the moment
lost somewhere between the earth and the sky
so free for the moment
lost because I wanna be lost
don’t try to find me"
~the martinis
1 comment:
I like the imagery here - I don't understand it - I don't know where it comes from - but I like it nonetheless.
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