Monday, October 12, 2009

Night Drive

You are the weakness, my perfection
I'm searching for you, a dear reception
Timing counted up to this day
Driving and screaming, throw night away
We're something effortless, impossible if tried
I'm running to you but I run out of time
If this is it I'll gladly lose breath
Embrace the ending, for pursuit is death

1 comment:

Caserad said...

This is just a perfect poem. And man, do I love it like few other things.