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