We walk through the deserted park, hand in hand. Glass cracks beneath our feet, and dying reeds scratch knee-high at our legs. A stone , hurled through the air, strikes your temple; ignored. Running our fingers across graffiti, we pretend we read love letters, and feel the caress of flowers - not thorns. Just playing at being lovers, in an unloving world.
Thursday, 28 October 2010
They Say Love Will Blind You
We walk through the deserted park, hand in hand. Glass cracks beneath our feet, and dying reeds scratch knee-high at our legs. A stone , hurled through the air, strikes your temple; ignored. Running our fingers across graffiti, we pretend we read love letters, and feel the caress of flowers - not thorns. Just playing at being lovers, in an unloving world.
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