My London boy.
He looks at me with a smile while he holds my hand,
I follow him through the city, and he laughs at my impressionable self.
Far from the dry cold, the small city life, and everything I thought I knew,
He holds my hand.
He looks at me with a smile while he holds my head.
Naked on the floor, admiringly eyes fill the room.
Is this everything I ever dreamt of?
If it's not, just let me be here for a moment.
Your dark eyes show all the light you hold in your heart.
Your tender hands hold me like I'm made of glass,
and I couldn't care less about the time,
and about the distance between me and my London boy.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Pensamientos a las 3 am.
PoetryConjunto de mi catarsis a altas horas de la noche. Desde cuentos cortos hasta relatos de situaciones provenientes de mi vida personal o de mi imaginación. Prohibida copia y/o adaptación. Isabella Taggiasco.
