dimarts, 29 de juliol de 2008

poetry

Don't use empty words with me, they just don't work.
I don't want to hear your poetry anymore.
I'm tired of background strings;
no more Hollywood endings for me,
no more verses with their rhyme.
I need your lips, not your voice.
I want your skin, your breath, your hair on my bossom,
your hands on my hips, your eyes on my eyes,
your end in my beginning.
Isn't that poetic enough?





[no estic gens inspirada últimament, acabo dient el mateix amb paraules diferents... :( em sento increiblement ridícula, aquests dies, perquè només entenc què em passa a mitges... l'altra meitat no la vull reconèixer.]

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