Purple haze is coming to town 
Category: Writing and Poetry 


Purple haze is coming to town
Deep Purple is spinning around
Making love to the hallowed sound

 

Heaven's in the next room
Sun shines through the morning window
Tanning my porcelain skin

 

Sliding down the hill on my jean clad butt
Crawling through bush tunnels
Pouring gas in tanks through funnels

 

Racing round and round the tracks
Think I'm never going back
Met her down by the pool

 

Her eyes were magic
The day I split was tragic
Thought I knew better
Wrote her all my letters
Dreamed of her fuzzy sweaters

 

I was lost and far away
There was nothing left to say
Heard she passed away
Lived too fast
Now I'm living in the past