this faraway land
\njust a mysterious dream when I’m awake
\nwet cobblestones in Krak\u00f3w
\nold village heritage so fresh and green
\na pile of freshly dug potatoes
\nyour mothers swaying flowers
\nyour fathers radiant Winter fires<\/p>\n
Come up and kiss me sometime
\ni wont push you
\naway
\nOr grab me randomly and put your arms around my waist
\nor an electronic ‘kiss’ from nowhere
\nin the middle of the day
\n(haven’t i taught you yet?)
\nremind me that we are one sometimes
\neven if for just once
\non your own<\/p>\n
i dont ask for much
\ni got pulled over for being too much
\ni got a ticket on this one-way street<\/p>\n
but then its just not the same
\nwhen you Have to ask for it
\nour hearts can speak even when blidfolded
\nor at least mine can
\nLife isn’t supposed to be this brutal
\nthis fast
\nthis competitive
\neverything isn’t money<\/p>\n
im fading down this dusty dirt road
\nslowly
\nlike a crying cow
\nbeing led to slaughter<\/p>\n
neondusk11814saturday1218pm<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
this faraway land just a mysterious dream when I’m awake wet cobblestones in Krak\u00f3w old village heritage so fresh and green a pile of freshly dug potatoes your mothers swaying flowers your fathers radiant Winter fires Come up and kiss … Continue reading