me,
myself,
a bottle of wine,
bathtubs,
tears and bubbles,
tonight.
you lied,
i cried.
then i stopped.
i laughed,
i even dared to giggle.
i was not crying over you,
i was crying over a love
i wanted you to become.
love, its your loss,
to not be the one
who loves my delicate
sun-kissed body,
who listens of the words
that fall between my pink lips,
who loves the daisies,
the tiger lilies,
that grow in my mind.
love why am i crying,
over a love that died,
but having been given more time
for me,
myself,
my body,
my mind?
-k.a
ESTÁS LEYENDO
love lies
Poesie"what would you do if she said you couldn't see me anymore?" the lonely girl asked the lost boy. "i'd be more secretive." his lips never lied to the girl he loved, yet his heart lied all the time, to the girl he calls "mine." / / / / heres to my sec...
