Katie Grace Helow
Bike Eye View
My skirt is scraping rubberSpinning fast between our legsAnd it's amazing just how beautiful This city looks from bicycle pegsAnd I hope that you are smilingAs I lean on the curve of your spineBecause the corners of my lips have been curled as highAs the stars in my eyes since I climbed onto this rideI am lost in the red glowing lights that frame the doorwayThey're as warm as the wine in my headAnd I'd rather spend the night here with you and NerudaThan alone, kinda blue, counting wars in my bedYou've been gone for awhile so I've had time to reflectAnd I've noticed there's nothing quite likeHolding onto your shoulders through infinite nightTaking flight on the back of your bike
From Letras Mania