the red bus

I bury my love in Paris
Below the polka dot palace
Where my cousin folds her warmth around me
Capturing my dreams
Of wanting to be here
We listen, as the five bells ring out
Drowning the fire in my chest
We look above our heads
As metal towers over us
Breaking our dreamy state
We follow the sun
As beauty seeps into my being
And I cling to how soon this will become a memory
I watch gypsy's beg for their babies
Holding notes with names scrolled across the crinkled page
And I beg to the earth
To bring back the love
That I buried beneath the polka dot palace