circles

one way roads that lead to two towns.
while the old man is snoring it is defiantly
pouring. gardens grow out of control on
the other side of this earth. the water that i see
is clear and the weather here is different
but i know at the end of the day i can call
Tuesdays mine and we can throw away the
rest of the work week. by the dawn of
tomorrow all my thoughts will be stored
into the next thought folder and the
space where we used to meet for our midnight
kiss isn't there anymore. and heaven
is a place where no one wants to die.
but we want to know how it feels there
and i know by the looks of it, there
are stars during the day and we see
clouds full of smiles during the lame days.
don't let too much of a sweet thing kill
you, cus you know it will.