Wednesday February 2, 2011
Detroit didn't know two people could make so much noise. The Motor City gave birth to candy cane girls and boys. The blues infused dyad brought simplicity to the front, Igniting passion in those that complexity does not want. This sister with her hands and brother with his knees, Struggle through the crowd and against all odds succeed.
In the back of his mind stands your sweetheart, Covered in honest light, buried by the dark. Blank pages in the diary close its cover. What is left when lovers cannot face each other? Who would have thought the good guy in the end, Was just another ghostly whisper never to be heard again?