I fell into his dream
did not want to wake up
are you believing everything you read again?
stop that shit
believe in nothing for a while
so drove into the city
bought vampire socks from sports stores
and white boots on St-Laurent
from a cute Parisian
twice his age and twice the addiction
everything is a message in the air
around me
straying and trespassing
into those brief moments
we shared
help me through
the long day
the snowstorm residue
lack of sunshine on my soul
press your lips up against mine
I will write you a romantic love poem
about how much of a beast I could be
instead of a beauty
block my love from your ego
my hair always hangs down
and when it doesn’t
that’s when you should worry
or never think of me at all
better off
ignoring my rants
poetry
books
you’re more of a pleasure seeker
more of a traveler into dark passages
I will lay on the grass
alone
staring at the sky right above Montreal
as if
a sky needs a name
or a poem
needs a title.
As if
you could ever understand me.
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Loved this. Lots of thoughts, many I could relate too. I also like your choice of music.
thanks Rose, love Lenny and my thoughts well, they’re all over the place most of the time and settling them into poetry is an urge that I can’t stop
A sister from another mother ^_^
Definitely
” everything is a message in the air ” …love this ! Xxxmeg
Much love-)
Reblogged this on Christina Strigas and commented:
staring at the sky again