Amy Seeley
Gravel Lines
What do you expect from me, after these takes, after thisWhat do you dream in the afternoon?I'll never know what's in your headOut past the cars on the railwayOut past the city's fineryWe see our breath and connectionUnderneath these gravel linesYou, you stole a page from the blanksHow do you weigh all of our fears?Typical, isn't it typicalThat someone like me would invite you inWe took a drive in the countryYour photographs were never mineslapped in the face by the questionsPosed by these gravel linesOut past the cars on the railwayOut past the city's fineryWe see our breath and connectionUnderneath these gravel lines
From Letras Mania