Lovers close by but distanced
His motorbike, her painted face
By Talaya NewtonPublished 6 days ago • 1 min read

Just feel the rhythm,
Read between the lines
The picture fell
Reading all the signs
Can you see? Is it hard to tell?
She wipes away the painted face
She disappears, she won't race.
The girl is going home, time is done
I am back, she's back
Trouble and time flow by
Any minute now I might break
You can ride your motorbike
You can be close by
Two corruptly disturbed distanced lovers still silently in love
The rest is to be entangled from the twistedness
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