youve been chasing down his umbrella
because you lost the rain
wet pieces of his corduroy jacket
patched in your palm
yellow mixing with flesh
you couldnt find his name
all the signs say
no u-turns here
but your hand is already behind your heart
sirens ring your ears
homicidal alert
familiar eyes on the Most Wanted list
flames mixing with fear
specks of ash adorn your hair
all he ever wanted (you)
held against his will
water rushing through fingers
to make your conscience clean
frayed lips turned grey
the edges of your eyes
are forming a smile
he is taken
bound by lies
as a storm brews above your soul.
05/25/2005
Author's Note: Wrote this while driving on the interstate.
I was inspired my Ms. Cristy M. to try writing while driving.
Oh, my. This is amazing, the first two lines just draws the reader in. I used to be known for writing while driving until I almost got into a wreck. Now, I pull over to the side of the road!
