Utopian
i see the world getting smaller and smaller,
untill it finally fades
the taste of red wine still in my mouth,
soothing me
knowing in the back of my mind
this place isn't been made
for you and me'
my arm hanging out the window,
my fingers playing with the wind..
fantasizing how it would be
to live this life,
completely free
Copyright © Yovanny Andres | Year Posted 2015
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