Friday, October 15, 2010

selfish bitch

I open your love eyes and I love

your cold look.

I could smoke you a kiss but

I see you not to prefer.

I’ll break the glass you drink from and then

You can find me in everything.

After you drink the floor

Left on the broken pieces.

You hand my despair

laugh of all I’ve choked with

and will deffinetly choke some more.

Coz there are enough veins in my room

and my lighter is still cooking on the top of your head.

1 comment:

  1. Très beau texte, bien qu'il soit emprunt de tristesse
    Les photos sont très belles aussi.