Racing around each other,
suronded by concreat and rust,
dashing threw feilds of ash and smoke.
Stoping at a road of death and sadness,
walking through houses abandoned on hope,
looking through windows of dust and despare.
Waching the wind carry away particles of ash,
realizing that your in a ghost town,
lost,
you touch each others hand in fear.
Protected by one enother,
finding a way home,
in a place of sadness without hope,
you lose touch and find yourself suronded by death,
you each out and grab a hand.
Protected once again,
relizing that the conection between the two of you is powerfull enoff to get you home,
home... where ever that maybe,
you'll find it together.
 bunnyfufu89 · Fri Jan 04, 2008 @ 05:41am · 0 Comments |
