Nevada looks like paradise. <br />An infinite vision of casino lights and pool bars. <br />The electric daisy shines down to showcase faces, <br />Only silhouettes of the human design. <br />Hippy girls with wide eyes, cherry smiles, and halos wrapped around their heads. <br />Las Vegas, the city of sin, <br />Where dreams come to die and spirits come to live. <br />The moon is not the only light to pave the way, <br />Millions of colours act as stars, incognito. <br />Bling bling, shades of you, dreams of me, <br />Children of the east, flying for the west. <br />Sparkling diamonds line my mind, <br />and maybe my heart, but not my soul. <br />Tequila or vodka after the swimming pool, <br />Glimmering in beads of water, hand me the flask darling. <br />He asks me what my name is, <br />Tell me what do you want it to be? <br />He knows the joke, when he’s buying the day <br />Gotta be fun and wild, put on a show, <br />To live on the strip of money and booze and hotel sprees, <br />Nothing is for free, not even me. <br />This is the kind of religion I can get down to, <br />A little slice of heaven in temptations corner of the earth. <br />And we’ve got the music, the music, <br />The music to save our flaming souls. <br />Your song, my song, a united melody of allegiance to the divine. <br />When I leave this place behind, will you? <br />Escape from what was the escape of carousals at midnight. <br />In the sky, and I’m wishing on slot machines, <br />Some pretty money to let us live on the town. <br />Like bonnie and clyde, on the run, fancy guns, sexy fun. <br />Nevada looks like paradise, <br />For the girl who belongs to no one.<br /><br />Leah Ayliffe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nevada-looks-like-paradise/
