Carry You

Dispatch


Green River flows,
Like glass melting
later it will run black
Down its track
Into an Ocean
She stands on the bridge
Dimlight on her back

Someday.

I will carry you....

I want to float higher
Above waves of electric wires
Stare down onto the street
See a drunk with a kiln-gazed eyes
Telling me about the girl I should meet-

Someday.

I will carry you.....


Autor(es): Dispatch