"eat the sunrise" he said in early mornings
when the sky looks like eggshells until i close my eyes
kiss my blue lips, play music for me, read me fairy tales
don't ever tell me, how you feel; in cold october nights
after making love, i'll just walk away with thirsty eyes and
pastel palms. after walking 2 kilometers, i wont even be able
to remember the proportions of you face or even your name
i'm born without a heart, but at least i can see the world further
than the horizon - at least i can drink seven strawberry daiquiris
without feeling anything