Monosyllabically play smells.
With coffee and cigarettes
hands and sounds.
Mine with oranges. yours with *****
You left them all entangled in my hair.
I breathe in and you again.
Again you look at me with a smile and sorrow.
We depend on the people and circumstances.
enjoy with alcohol abuse and insomnia.
When the last strangers' step out of the room we breathe out in silence.
The words too much for too short time,
that's why we wait untill each one comes back to write.
Until each one of us is covered with the night.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC
Monosyllabically play smells.
With coffee and cigarettes
hands and sounds.
Mine with oranges. yours with *****
You left them all entangled in my hair.
I breathe in and you again.
Again you look at me with a smile and sorrow.
We depend on the people and circumstances.
enjoy with alcohol abuse and insomnia.
When the last strangers' step out of the room we breathe out in silence.
The words too much for too short time,
that's why we wait untill each one comes back to write.
Until each one of us is covered with the night.
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