Say my name Maybe I was a fool, Spelling love notes on napkins, Telegraphing them to Unheard holy lands Where you lay slumbering sweet. Is it bad, I thought for a second That you were in love with me? The birds were pretty pictures Of the highs I want to feel In your fragile, sweet
Coffee and breakfast The long peculiar talks That seep through Dreams Slow hums of the record player Playing the last vinyl Wrapped up in seafoam, silky Sheets Basking in the sunlight with the Bitterness of cold On my breath And on my breasts. See birds flutter by Wondering where they land Do they come to
This is a question I have heen avoiding to ask and its driving me crazy but for the sake of my sanity not caring whether or not I will like your answer I need you to answer this: Do you love me too? “YES” OR “NO” Related Post Why? Why? Why? Christina Fuck You.
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Why didn’t you just say “no” straight away? It’s been nearly three month now that I asked you for a date. And you always say: yes, of course, you even ask if I got an idea of what we can do. But when I ask: How about tonight? you got a thousand excuses. Hard day
your beard your sex appeal your civil wars your sense of humor your kindness your empathy your writing your taste in music your protective nature over me your way with kids your smile your laugh your love for historic information your philosophies on life the way you make me feel alive Is it wrong that