Like we never knew each other at all

I know that you're an artist, the hardest one to deal with. Everything you conceal is revealed on your canvas. You find all of your ugly meanings in the things I find beautiful. Do you see the fall is coming? You painted me in pastel, colors that don't tell of any boldness. That's the way you'd love to see me: so delicate, so weak, so little purpose. Your eyes are black so cold, they're so imperfect. They see a sleeping world, where waking isn't worth it. How, can you live without your lies?

9.21.2008

Sleepy Roses And Musical Beds

In love with you. Like flying over the sky, through the stars. In love with you, like we never knew each other at all and all I can see is your fucking eyes looking at mines. In love with you.

1 comentario:

Juanita !22 de septiembre de 2008, 13:19
Hay lararín querida, al fin encuentro tu blog, que me encanta porque escribis muy lindo sos muy creativa, y AMO que escribas en inglés porque me encanta.
Dios loca, te amo nada más !
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