It's so damn sweet of you to look me in the eye. To notice me..a stranger. From all the paranoid faces in the crowd, the stray dogs without a master. Where choosing the next stop is their only freedom.
The red-lined subway headin' to the boulevard of broken dreams. Underneath this city where people are looking for themselves...I stood holding on the handrail; ten feet to where you sit. Seems like the the drops of rain hasn't dried on your porcelain face. And the cold has settled on your lips...same as how the morning dew would settle in an unpick fruit from the vine. The state of damp only made you beautifully melancholic. And the moist in your hair as you pull it back unraveled the mystery of your thin pearly neck stretching down the illusive spine..I try to imagine its bare form...Naked. Your eyes...like fertile buds of May...a summer bloom in winter. Oh how you blow my mind.
Now is it sadness that you bestow as you bow down your head? Maybe a longing of a soul for a sweet embrace. Or just a sweet gesture to seduce me to the empty seat beside you.
The train warned for the next stop...are you leaving? How I hope it to defer. This time I move closer...then another step forward..slowly holding on the hand rail as if I was a giant monkey in path to his beloved human. You smiled. And the train slowly came to a stop...
The red-lined subway headin' to the boulevard of broken dreams. Underneath this city where people are looking for themselves...I stood holding on the handrail; ten feet to where you sit. Seems like the the drops of rain hasn't dried on your porcelain face. And the cold has settled on your lips...same as how the morning dew would settle in an unpick fruit from the vine. The state of damp only made you beautifully melancholic. And the moist in your hair as you pull it back unraveled the mystery of your thin pearly neck stretching down the illusive spine..I try to imagine its bare form...Naked. Your eyes...like fertile buds of May...a summer bloom in winter. Oh how you blow my mind.
Now is it sadness that you bestow as you bow down your head? Maybe a longing of a soul for a sweet embrace. Or just a sweet gesture to seduce me to the empty seat beside you.
The train warned for the next stop...are you leaving? How I hope it to defer. This time I move closer...then another step forward..slowly holding on the hand rail as if I was a giant monkey in path to his beloved human. You smiled. And the train slowly came to a stop...
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Kink kong!
Sounds like you took the red line.
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