LAME OH YEA..

Just a small thing

Tiny blue flame

As it explores the air

Bodies collide

Keep something inside

Ears to your eyes

There are feelings

Trust me.

In a container.

The papers pile high

Something hides within

To bring you back again

Nothing murky in the waters

All was said and done correctly

A bus is fading with each block

As bricks fall on roof tops

Had they anything but smiles

From untainted heads

And fountain pens.