by Unknown
Aug 2010 295 Views 4 comments
lastrun
The roadside,
a highways graveyard
for memory’s
and careless litter.
A million
white lines
blend into one
The road
goes on forever
When your on
the last run.
I found
my yesterdays
on the road to tomorrow
Degraded, discarded ,
old and forgotten.
at night
I see you
in the shadows watching
your eyes burn at me,
I dare not stop!
A million
white lines
blend into one
The road
goes on forever
When your on
the last run.
a highways graveyard
for memory’s
and careless litter.
A million
white lines
blend into one
The road
goes on forever
When your on
the last run.
I found
my yesterdays
on the road to tomorrow
Degraded, discarded ,
old and forgotten.
at night
I see you
in the shadows watching
your eyes burn at me,
I dare not stop!
A million
white lines
blend into one
The road
goes on forever
When your on
the last run.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2010
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