I dream, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

I dream of a good life. 
Where laundry is laundry, 
Pets are the house keepers. 
People knock on your door, 
to recycle the breathing air. 
Her eyes looking straight at you. 
And all there is are doubts, 
that words dont mean anything. 
Yet her heart stops while your heart stop, 
for love is another goodbye without words. 
And then he would move the time, 
Make your heart beat in plain ryme. 
The morning to refresh, 
How to sort the consiences, 
was just another date.. 
She say hi to God. 
Your were refilling the emptiness, 
from things. 
And the strangers make you look at God's face. 
Friends were all rememberance.    
Posted: 2017-08-16 07:51:56 UTC

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