Ticket To Mars
I filled an ashtray with anguish
but your eyes didn't see me
your way of saying I don't care
the hallway to the elevator is infinite
is where I lose you in every step
It's a crushed glass flavored goodbye
and now this is the typical unfriendly street
that doesn't give you back your balance
upstairs, fourteenth floor
maybe she will breathe a sigh of relief
lying in bed tearing up pictures that were mine
the uber boy's voice looks like
a sharp dagger that says good night
from above I could not hope for anything better:
disgusting sky with two or three ugly stars
yes i need to travel far from us
are there still tickets to Mars?
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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