sexta-feira, 28 de novembro de 2014

Grin is it's own deceit (in a town of hidden streets)

Hidden streets that never join
The annual floods that swallow all bridges and for those with coin
The exclusive few pay the air fare to leave on board sit and scoff
yet the plane can never truly take off

Sun shining like light hot toffee down from above
Give your silent parents gestures of love
Give your soul mates budding roses and speeches about lives changed
In the town of hidden streets the grin is rearranged

The grin is executed it's bargain is void a bullet saw it fall a bullet saw it fade
The grin was hired alas it's bad intentioned pockets went unpaid
Early morning humid green grass park steam rising
Grin deceased in the grass spirit climbing wet air as body dies

No forensics to determine foul play, no vital signs in the grin today
Affirm your love of friends and stop, in the town's abandoned beauty shops
Let yourself not be split into two, for conflict breeds in points of view
Babies are born near the town's impeccable lawns still laden with dew


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