Take me far away
to the land of the unknown.
Let us go, no more foreplay.
Don't leave me alone.
In your tunnels of blue
I glimpse at your soul.
Just give me your cue,
don't leave me with a hole.
This can't go overlooked!
I need you to see!
I swear I'm so hooked...
Flying and roaming free.
I will answer your call
whether we are far or near.
No matter where you may fall,
I will always be here.
Blow away the crystal powder,
don't let our memories die.
I cannot say it louder,
and I can never say goodbye.
Even during harsh times,
your sound echoes my drum inside
Regardless of all the bad crimes,
This place is where I stride.
Wow I love it girl
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ReplyDeleteWhy do new York hood or wannabe people more or less sound the same. Bc all of the words rhyme Doe. Like Bro, five boroughs, Broadway or GameShow, Too Slow, Dayglo, Blow, Flow, Whoa, Owe, Know, Pomodoro, Portofino, Guido Irish Black and He-bro, Ammo, Dildo (NYC 70s), Gizmos, from Albany … to Buff-A-Lo, status quo on Tobacco Road, Non-stop Audio, from the CEO, It’s not Chicago, but it’s the new land of Cicero, you look like Romeo while sipping your Espresso, it all started with an embryo, went from piccolo to overload, lucky if we don’t get polio in our risotto. What I hear on the radio, is traditionally – Dominos is Apropos. What where you step or you’ll get vertigo, something I saw on Fandango, long, long Ago. Just don’t move slow, or else they call you Joe Shmo, Move too fast, then they call you a Hoe. NY can contradict, that much I know, but I wouldn’t be anywhere else, into this house we’re born into this world we’re thrown, like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan, riders on the chateau
i love this!
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