Naked. Wet hair wrapped in a yellow towel. Trimming nails. A waiting. We both know it won't come. Still I wait. Maybe I'll have to wait for twelve years like once you did. Nails trimmed. Hair done. Still naked. Waiting the love that could dress my soul.
segunda-feira, 29 de agosto de 2016
quinta-feira, 25 de agosto de 2016
i'll be your lover
Sitting here with a beer and the bruises I've got from our latest afternoon. Thinking of how much I still have to lose before I get completely lost. Writing and erasing every three words. Never thought I would ever be that close to crawl because of you. But you won't see me doing that: I'll blindfold you with my legs.
segunda-feira, 8 de agosto de 2016
special dreams
There was that time when I was too young. We were too young, even though our ID cards allowed us to drink. Remember all those long conversations about dreams and stuff? We were pretty good at understanding each other. Sometimes I catch myself still trying to figure out where we've messed things up. For some reason, I blame you for everything that gone wrong. But I know it was my fault too. I was too young to understand that you were too young.
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