This town is a song about you. A melody of dead-end streets and off-step beats that my feet have all but memorized alongside all your tone-deaf lies. The quickstep notes of drawn-out nights and cymbal clang of booming fights set off by your much-too-short fuse and painting me in shades of blues. Lyrics lurk in worn-out…
Tag: Memory
The River
There is a river beside the trees that flows around the broken glass and hurries through the trays of ash that choke the birds and fumble words and smother all the roses. It winds around the crumbling brick, surging past half-painted walls and echoing through empty halls to wane and crash break back and splash…
bookandkey.blog 