Saturday, July 21, 2012

The Postcard


Castaway on this town of sunshine
Devoid of spirit, lacking of song
A postcard on the outside
Just a card on the inside
Like a white-gowned scolded bride.

Shades of orange and dim blue
Frisky nights of lovers lost
Innocence gone towards the horizon
Nothing to expect, nothing to lose
Just the part of a fairy left to abuse.

This town is my paradise hole
Everyone else is on the ground
Two feet below is where I stay
Detached from the sparkle and heat
Deriding their happiness to an industrial beat. 

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