grass widower

I don't remember the shape of your lips
nor that one shadow always resting upon the chin
I was a fool and knew it since day one

tell me, is it already too late to fix it all?
I know flowers mean just as much as a kiss
there are so many words floating round in my head
music pounding loudly in-between the thrusts
in and out up and down

her eyes shine with passion just like yours filled with tears

the club is empty save for a few pairs
we used to chat in the farthest corner there
my jeans scratch slowly the inside of my tights
I know it's no use to fool myself
but the poison tastes deliciously pumping down my bloodstream

I can't let go, at least not yet
and even though you scream through the phone
at my smirking pitifully form, it all goes round
I never learn from experience, my dear

we can talk it over their breasts like cushions
not oasis of any sort, the same with faces - just a reminder
that I still could be as free as a bird while losing sanity

please, pick up the phone
even if to slam it onto the floor the next second,
fragments of yours voice echoing from the mail
a throaty laugh at the end the last thing remaining unchanged


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really really great ! ;)