Ouch . . .

by indigosparke

Growing pains
And a million old highways to walk
No shoes…
Full head
Sweet talk

Little girl
Gettin’ older
Honey times flying by
Shedding skins
And achy pins
And rusty things

Map me out
Colour me in
Ill be knocking on the door so soon
Lady lover
Goodbye drifting dreamer

Wheels turning
Eyes burning
Stomach churning
Black out

Itchy hands
Digging sand
Faded land
Black out