Coast to Coast.
Coast to coast.
Wasted drench coat in the heat I love the most.
Can’t feel beyond the dull breeze of tomorrow.
Where will all the rainbows hide?
Water down a children’s slide with no child in view.
All the things you fail to see are because they once were you.
I cannot give up forgetting to remember.
All of my dreams were born in September.
Coast to Coast
wasted drench coat in the heat I love the most.
Frost bite’s nightly.
We sleep alone in quietness the deafening bustle is unsightly.
I’d ignite a flame but the passion passed right by me.
Come to me, find recourse. Elaborate on the misgiving’s move on – clear remorse.
Too easy for the statue of liberty.
Cold stone hearted no emotion all cold and fool hardy.
Broken swords on open books from lyrical stories with souls on hooks, dangling gangly, wriggling in the open air all painful and full view.
One of which is me.
The other’s we’re through.
I can’t see your soul, what happened to you?
Masquerade the sad parade. Happy sad and start to fade.
Nightmarish dreams children’s screams.
Were you ever what you seemed?
© G.P Williamson 2017