Swelling In Hand After Punching

with the windows open

Everything is delivered when the feeling
opens like a flower
The words are different;
go straight to the heart

Care should be taken with open windows
breeze is strong
goodbye Threatens
perfume petals Leaving open the possibility of tear

Everything becomes beautiful
When you rise in love
The passenger ticket loses
the banks of the road
closed their windows while flying
leaves and pieces of heart bleeds
farewells rain
And in other seasons of spring flowers
loved everything slips into the memory
Old Road hill "to step from the goats" Where
dawn That was another way
violent awakening now
The shell that is muscle stripped
I went to put his thumb mark
At the tender goodness of your skin

The passenger is no return ticket
While the road is fed
With the dust of oblivion emptying
A simple song drowns in its melody
a empty wine glass windows slamming blues
,

no return where it flies
All lived.