Michael

Something Just Like This

I’ve been reading books of oldThe legends and the mythsAchilles and his goldHercules and his giftsSpider-Man’s controlAnd Batman with his fistsAnd clearly I don’t see myself upon that listBut she said, where’d you wanna go?How much you wanna risk?I’m not lookin’ for somebodyWith some superhuman giftsSome superheroSome fairy-tale blissJust something I can turn toSomebody I …

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理想三旬

雨后有车驶来 驶过暮色苍白 旧铁皮往南开,恋人已不在 收听浓烟下的诗歌电台 不动情的咳嗽,至少看起来归途 也还可爱 琴弦少了姿态 再不见那夜里,听歌的小孩 时光匆匆独白将颠沛磨成卡带已枯倦的情怀,踏碎成年代 就老去吧,孤独别醒来你渴望的离开只是无处停摆就歌唱吧,眼睛眯起来而热泪的崩坏只是没抵达的存在青春又醉倒在籍籍无名的怀靠嬉笑来虚度,聚散得慷慨辗转却去不到对的站台如果漂泊是成长,必经的路牌你迷醒岁月中那贫瘠的未来像遗憾季节里,未结果的爱弄脏了每一页诗吻最疼痛的告白而风声吹到这,已不需要释怀就老去吧,孤独别醒来你渴望的离开只是无处停摆就歌唱吧,眼睛眯起来而热泪的崩坏只是没抵达的存在就甜蜜地忍耐繁星润湿窗台光影跳动着像在,困倦里说爱再无谓的感慨以为明白梦倒塌的地方,今已爬满青苔