PARIS - Flower time

Paris flower time 
& géranium



Dust it off - The Do
Burning papers into ashes, // what a season, how they fly high from the ground ohhh // there is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls,  // keep dreaming away
if you hold on to that past, don't you lock yourself inside, // Nothing has been done before  // It’s the most virgin dress you could possibly wear // Mess it up, Time is up
Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand. // Write some stories for tomorrow. // From the bottle of amnesia // Find instructions to salvation, to oblivion supreme
Don’t be tempted to look back - It has all happen before
Someday miracular spread will forgive every cowardly thing that you’ve done.
That I’ve done.
Dust it off.
 
To A Girl With One Wing Gone - Troy von Balthazar
she got tired of her face // so she sacrificed it // on a broken plate // what a sacrifice // straight is the gate  // to where the boys used to wait // they formed a line in the rain // just to celebrate // the girl with one wing and one wing gone // the girl with one wing gone // the girl with one wing and one wing gone // shot through the eyes // from the bones to the sky's // while were young and while were bright  // while were whitened in the light // its a bomb its a sigh // while were bright // while were bright  // while we are // I never get tired of your face // I just gently place it // on a broken plate // thats my sacrifice // to a girl with one wing and one wing gone // a girl with one wing gone // the girl with one wing and one wing gone // the girl with one wing gone
© Chavanitas