Thoughts where I could flying away
To a forgotten home where
I have lost it all
Even though I hate to say good bye
It hurts to stay
What dreams I have tonight of a good bye near a bus stop,
For I wondered down town in the naked streets of this empty source
looking under benches and news stands.
With headaches and confusion looking for my perfect sunset.
hunger kicks in, window shopping for that next forever.
I stop near a garden across the street, dreaming for words
that will become my nourishment.
Days by nights by dawnly break
brings fresh crops, where whole distinctions shops with
out dropping, you would have cried laughing, seeing them desperate for attention.
Babies dead stop in their whimpers for their full moons.
This night brings me back to the bus stop.
I saw you, dead child, brainless, lonely girl.
"GOD HOW I WISH SHE KNEW"
starving for fame, picking tracks form lost dogs to burn and trade.
From the cotton house I could see your dreams unfolding.
Uninvited I came into your dream.
Where are we going?
Walking in and out of perfect streams, you called me by name and held my hand.
Where is this going? Running in and out of storms, you named me by styles.
We took a walk as you faked to fade away
The conversation we had was precious.
Who made you this beautiful?
What is the price for your love?
And Are you my guardian angel?
I have read your poem book, it made me cry,
I saw your future and I'm not in it.
I been to the bus stop, not to say good bye,
not to wish you farewell.
I'm here waiting in silence.
No more window shopping for that next forever.
I bought something with your name on it.
Hasp..., dear love, brave heart, sweet friend,
what the heart wants it wants when it scream it spells your name
