Dec 2015
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Burnt **** and liquor
Bitter taste and dry throat
My kind of flavor every night
Under the blue stars
Clinging on a velvet night sky
Smoked eyes staring at the dark night
Drawing forms of unfamiliar feeling
But no constellation of a Lover seen
Same patterns every single night
My vision of you is surreal
Cold feet lay straight on a roof top
Covered with a pair of grey socks
And there's one magic moment
Shooting stars surprise the lonely heart
Teary eyed at the majesty of the night
Now sitting on the edge
Spending all my cards
Watching for the sunset
**** all the colors of the day
For another midnight poetry
~
Burnt **** and liquor
Bitter taste and dry throat
My kind of flavor every night
Under the blue stars
Clinging on a velvet night sky
Smoked eyes staring at the dark night
Drawing forms of unfamiliar feeling
But no constellation of a Lover seen
Same patterns every single night
My vision of you is surreal
Cold feet lay straight on a roof top
Covered with a pair of grey socks
And there's one magic moment
Shooting stars surprise the lonely heart
Teary eyed at the majesty of the night
Now sitting on the edge
Spending all my cards
Watching for the sunset
**** all the colors of the day
For another midnight poetry
~
(Pilipinas)
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