When Jet Walks…
thoughts picked and left in the ground either to flourish or rotArchive for love
small me
wew, fighting and fighting against the one you really fancy. would she be my wife? is that even grammatically correct?
what is a girlfriend? how do you really explain that? to think after four years of being together would help me understand.
i am tall but i feel small whenever she’s around. small and happy.
still waiting
i met her again and i am happy. Happy?
should i be happy? what about the other? the young one. she’s always happy. always a smile in her face.
i love her smile. i love both of their smiles.
but then, one is a muse and the other is a goddess. both i love with different magnitudes.
n_n
going to cdo this saturday!
don’t leave; stay
a clear little birthmark on her cheek. a kiss from an angel. how i wish to draw breath from those lips. smiling and taunting. bait. bait girl.
short. shrugging in my dreams a few pages away from mine. smiling an awfully beautiful smile. little chinita eyes that would break my stern glance and deep thought.
stay away from my dreams, i don’t want to like you. be a quiet memory. stay but please, don’t remind me my incapability of not being able to have you.
sshhhh…
