User:Pyrope

Summer,

Time to say goodbye to the tired old whore of a town.
Leave the smell of stale beer,
Stale sweat, stale jokes, stale dreams,
Bitter hatred camouflaging fear,
Everyone
Getting
Everyone
Else
Down.

Leave the promise of a wasted tomorrow and tomorrow and the day after,
For the warm endless sky smile,
Where the herd can't touch me with their 37 flavours of hell.
I've waited all year for her and now,
All I can do,
Is wait
And see
Her
Go.

Jo Burt