Down the road
Down the road,
he had waited for me,
with a vertical step, and a
Gloves of pain, and tears he
wore, and into the night we'd
become no more.
The need to touch and feel again
a human belief and so we live in
vain. Down the road we bleed
Wrapped in wishes, cigarettes and
dreams, come down this road
and lay with me.
A song in the background
I always hear, to keep you far,
or to have you near,
Nearer to the world we'd once drew,
The world of lust, the world of you.
You are here, but you are gone.
You speak so softly, but your words
sprinkled with thorns.
They leap off of your lips and into
my jagged heart, through to my
down that same road.
- Amira Shohdi