domingo, 3 de junio de 2012
last night I saw a great sofa left on the street of nyc city
with out love
forlom , desolate
last night i ask for kindness ,
and they give some other superficial thing.
last night i bike to 345 romantic street apt 2b .
and nobody was there.
las night all the boys where girls on angry pigs hearts.
last night i ask for love.
and i didn find it anywhere.
people write shallow things on internet ,
that is all about .
some vietnam war inside them .
shallow graves
shallow monkeys
shallow preatty
shallow love
writing powerful in the silence of empty,
that is what we have.
i have a elefant on my finger ,
i have no friend around me .
i am here in new york alone by myself.
feel my pain husban
feel my experience wife
the people that i loved ,
come inside me tonight.
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