the other side of D...my life in private

post ani thoughts

the sweet summer heat

it sings me to sleep

as we leave prospect park

and it starts to get dark

and i can't see the clouds- because they're all too connected

and i'm not disspointed by the image i've erected

it's like i'm walking on a swing

walking up, walking down

your voice is electric

and i'm seduced by the sound

and i can't see the stars

blinded by lights from motorcars

flying past me in a rush

i beg the sound to hush

so i can listen to the acoustic version

of your voice in my mind

posted by D @ 6:37 AM