Condemned Dreams

Wind hits my face…
Swifting past in a metro…
It's no longer a cold wave…
There's too much burning inside!

She strapped on her heels
Biker babes don't have it easy...
The road has always been home to
Guns... Germs and Steel!

We used to speak in silhouettes
when whispers seemed too loud
we said forever would mean too less
we couldn't part that young ;)

Cream crayons and dirty dreams
my tattoo was your wedding ring
of folded sleeves and open collars
there was no envy in her dollar dreams

now its empty cobbled streets
the same old songs on repeat
Reminiscing and living in pictures
of high heels, off orange peels