while the goo goo eyes glitter on paved ashes begotten all that once was gold on rollies they was laced with something one time once was somewhat sweeter and girls in long flowing skirts that spread like flowers wilting slowly in july july while the day went through hell to get to where it went in the rain begotten by reminiscing as are all the present times brought in through the eyes of buildings as if daydreaming children were figments of each tenements imagine nation and to think i thought that the blue were so narrow cutting through the alleyways as soaked as my tshirt with the disappointment of myself born on the day in the rain we took and didnt return those petals from the kiss i held in every corner room as all goo goo eyes still glitter behind ashes of some yellow filtered thing we kissed and tried to trap and yet she smiles with some lovely cruelty do you still love me beneath the eyes of god which is to say the beautiful louvre collecting dust on hearts long left forgotten lisa gherardini who is like grabbing on water and kissing its smiling shadow through the alleyways saying it always was narrow now kiss me
