Beautiful people with pale faces. Ripping the mask off I shall lie here listening to the pointless conversations of the people. The whore conversing with the young men. The young girl with her lover. The father with his two children. I hear the sound of the thing we call life. I don't wanna talk no more. You meet me here and I barely speak. I lead you into my room. I turn on my favorite song and listen to the lyrics as they make my soul melt. You turn to me and lie on me. I think he was listening to the beating of my heart. He only spoke once to say "I love you". No more talking occurred, just the presence of everything I've always needed.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry
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