My Motorcycle, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

The art of war.
Its my ride through the grey field.
Telling me becareful and be alert.
There are danger persue.
There are wounded love.
As i gear up my helm and resistance.
My love is in the wind waying me safe home.
The times I wash off its dirt by the tears.
For knowing when the smoke will stop.
And the life long story we fought.
Remains in the air with my motorcycle's roar.
Posted: 2012-12-12 00:42:51 UTC

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2013-11-13 09:23:05stsorrowscribe
amazing, love it