'Sliding Doors.'
By blackheart
Doorstep dreams, On a midnight moon. Staring, sleeping, Starting, stopping. Doorstep dreams, Couldn’t come too soon, As i look upon the midnight moon. Delightful dance, On a rainy rooftop, Tapping, talking, Turning, testing. Delightful dance, i really cannot stop, As i hop and jump upon this rainy rooftop. Daring drawings, On a burning canvas. Laughing, listening, Looking, licking. Daring drawings, See them frowning down upon us, As we paint this beautiful burning canvas. Sliding doors will catch you, As you try to run away. The moon will shine, The roof will slide, As the canvas’ set alight... ALRIGHT! The burning will destroy our lives, But, pretty shall it be. Yes... Pretty will it be. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 04:40 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"Doorstep dreams,..."