red wine on my mind...
Psychological souvernirs are all I bear,
The veins of old passions left desiccated
And slack as I pace slowly through the kitchen
Collecting dry artifacts of love
Etch-n-sketch images of you
Scratched into these walls
Empty portraits, stale half-empty
wine glasses
Whose grapes were born raisins,
but I never noticed-
I had long drunk a case of you.
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Short, sweet, and brilliant. Just like Oprah!
"Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible." T.E. Lawrence
nice one mate
hey that girl has u spitting incredibly deep shit!
Signed: call me what you will.
le mort d'egoisme
it was for you...
post-its from my heart,
little yellow confessions
of the joy that fills...
the chaos that thrills
and kills,yet gives me life..and ink still
squash it and playfully throw it in a dustbin, if you will
or keep it and ...i don't know.. surprise me?
but commit this to memory...
it was for you
out of my mind... back in 5 minutes.
i'm not afraid of death, i just dont wanna be there when it happens.