It Wrecks MeA Poem by Call It A DayFirst Night In MoscowOk, so quiet Moscow moans some crazy tune that thickens the air with some heartfelt poison, maybe it's all the goddamned cigarettes me and all people smoke, or the spastic insanity that creeps up around here every decade or so, but just breathing drives me crazy with love and passion and some strange depression laced with metallic struggle, sure I got a girl i love that loves on me and lives in me, and sure I won't be seeing her for some time and it wrecks me, but goddamn, who am I to even wonder that anything would change with us, perfect is perfect is f*****g perfect I can't deny that. No, no, no it's this mecca violin hum of the Red Square that's got me whispering to my shadow when I'm alone on a staircase caught in the gaze of my own reflection with smoke seeping out my eyes and words pouring out of my mind and into the sitting sun, telling it to shed some light on my girl for me when you rise next to her in about oh, fifteen minutes. © 2011 Call It A DayReviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 5, 2011 Last Updated on August 5, 2011 AuthorCall It A DayLouisville, KYAboutI wish I could spend a lifetime in moments by myself sometimes with a pack of turkish silvers that was eternal next to an eternal campfire in no place particular like Tibet or .. more..Writing
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