I had never meant to look at the ocean. I had never meant to dive in the river. I had never meant to cross carelessly a fragile line. I had never meant to fall due to my mistake. I had never meant to love you. I never knew how cold days can be, how heated the nights can become. I never knew the color of ecstasy, the smell of wasted youth, the touch of innocence breath, the taste of cigarette burns. Only thing I truly knew- from the out of my head to the point of my feet, in the heart of my bones- was how love give someone the power to infatuate you.
And if you could be less you
It would be good for my sake
Cause you infatuated my veins
Going through my brain
Dancing with my faith
Driving me insane.
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PoésieGod is dead, - said Nietzsche. In a land of desolation and ghosts You were an angel. Like every other creature, you've been wasted. Wicked little thing.
