Wednesday, October 25, 2017

wow, this is a really bad poem

Cigarette day dreams fog my vision
overplayed scene from yesterday
puffed up in a cloud of suspicion

now the lilac reflection is burned in my mind
when i keep myself up at night
rain or shine

do you know ashes from ashes
and dust to dust
David bowie is rolling over in his grave
laid to rest with his rose tinted glasses

Ziggy stardust is a dead man walking
burned out like the best
but even the dead don't stop talking

please don't go, i love you so
i love you so
where am i gonna go my darling
please don't go






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