A Crush with a Foreigner Miles Away

The dogs are barking and its 4 in the morning,
Basset hound, Rot,  German Shepard, Bull.
There is something strange lurking in the air.
The train pushing through the dark, rattling its rusty wheels,
to old for a time that’s to young.
The hollow moon shines down upon us with its large telescopic eye,
Searching, looking for the revolution.
Though it wont find it here.
I swear to god, that it will come soon enough.
But there is no rush for blood.
Because I’m high on love.

Thinking of your smile,
makes the fight worth while,
as your eyes make me a rhyming fool
A severed tool.
you use your hands to mend my broken heart
While I secretly pray that we will never part.
God, love at the start is so intoxicating and so renewing.
I can’t stop thinking of what your doing?

 

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