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Jan 2020 · 97
Microwaved feelings
Lorelaj Jan 2020
How warm your hugs make me feel
when I’m cold.
How safe I feel
when you close the door of your room,
even if it’s just for a hot minute.
Loving the aftertaste and its softness.

But I stayed with you for too long,
spinning in your never ending circles.
You were cancer for me from the start.
And now it’s burning, there are flames everywhere.
Waiting for the explosion.
Dec 2019 · 225
Untitled
Lorelaj Dec 2019
It’s cool that you drive fast cars, but babe, pace yourself a little bit, please.
Dec 2019 · 239
Untitled
Lorelaj Dec 2019
Once you find the right words
your mind becomes unstoppable,
you become invincible.
Oct 2019 · 394
French Riviera
Lorelaj Oct 2019
Red lipstick
matching my bikini
curly hair full of salt
falling on my tan lines
that’s how I remember
French Riviera.

Every time
we drink whiskey
things get little risky
and I kissed you last year
hope to kiss you again
in French Riviera.

The truth is
I have never
been there
but that’s how
I imagine
French Riviera
Sep 2019 · 412
A haiku
Lorelaj Sep 2019
The right statement
is silence and fusion
of our tounges.
Sep 2019 · 102
Untitled
Lorelaj Sep 2019
We all move in our own beat but we all do the robot dance
Aug 2019 · 96
Untitled
Lorelaj Aug 2019
Our characters quite matched, but our novels were written differently.
Aug 2019 · 188
Untitled
Lorelaj Aug 2019
The only thing that hasn’t changed is a drive to my hometown.
Aug 2019 · 75
Untitled
Lorelaj Aug 2019
How should I fit in the society, when I can’t even fit in my jeans?
Jan 2019 · 145
Gene for jazz
Lorelaj Jan 2019
Funky saxophone
giving beat,
Swinging and jazzing
like we’re elite.
When all the jitterbugs
finally meet-
It’s like the roaring twenties
in our heartbeat.
Dec 2018 · 224
Wintry lust
Lorelaj Dec 2018
When the night came
we laid down
in wintry cold sheets

And we were just lying there
in passionate silence
No one knows for how long

All i know is that when                                we have spoken again
sheets weren’t cold anymore

They became pleasantly hot.

— The End —