Carpathia Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

HER love sharpend these cold
edges, and her speckled sky
felt like rain, beatifull rain,
carpathia,
carpathia,
where the hell are you, my friend, no where
says the wind, just turn around
and put your love out, and there i
am.
HIS love was eye candy, booze,
sex, and drugs, and a take her home,
for a night of love, or fake love,
carpathia,
carpathia,
where the hell are you, my friend,
nowhere says the wind, just turn
around, and put out your love,
or fake love, and there i am.