I can't even think
Because you lasted pretty long in my head,
I can't even eat, smoke or drink
Turning myself into someone mad.
Are you made of honey
Or something even sweeter?
My hair is wet from raining, even when its sunny
Your lips are so forbidden, bitter -
But I would like to bite them anyway.
I can't even think
Of how many things now remind me of you,
Like the roses on the street, being so hot and pink,
Like lips, and your sweet cheeks too.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Късно вечер | poetry
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