S E A R C H

Thursday, August 17, 2017

WRITING | a summer ago


a   s u m m e r   a g o 

sparkling nights
black gold nights 
losing friends to grown up fights 
city noise small town silence 
grown near the river with the riots 
fireworks and on firehearts 
blazing skies 
crazy eyes
scarlet flame 
dreams of fame…

virtuous vices fascistic freedom 
those stained glass eyes
their white steeple lies 
hiding their sins and wiping our minds 
cathedral covered sunday secrets 
if you know one you better keep it 
if you got a dream you better kill it 

drunk rose scented girls 
nighttime girls 
under the river bridge girls 
always there with the 
blue eyed freckled boys 
good, working boys” 
boys will be boys
if you've never had "love" you'd better try it
if you've got a dream you better throw it 

a year-younger me
15 year old me  
trying to make sense of the senseless society 
an old soul in young bones 
a mind with a mind and age of its own 
if you’ve got a brain you better teach it
if you don’t the devil will feed on it  
and if you've got a dream-

you better keep it 


  























xx un abbraccio, kathryn 💋

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