Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Girl

free bird, 
and a loaded gun, 
falling backwards, 
on the run,
brave of heart, 
and a smile so young
 fleeing the pain that stung
 
draped in lace
and bound with leather
breaking away 
from these birds
and their feathers.
 
break away,
bust a move,
run, and run,
and run until its true,
 
you know i never thought I'd end up like you
 
 i don't even know what i'm running from.
But I know it's damn close,
and I'm being blinded by the sun.
 
Let them lurk,
let them jerk,
let them sputter til they cum.
Breakin free,
A little bird,
And a bottle of rum,
just a girl,
and the road,
and i continue to run.

Stand up,
take a  bow,
pop bottles,
shake it on the crowd.
 the radio gets so old,
and my heart it feels so cold,
just a girl,
and the world,
and a war to be won.

1 comment: