Κυριακή, 31 Ιουλίου 2011

dead eyes don΄t weep




there will never be a song that is "our" song. I will never taste the sweetness of your lips because you felt the uncontrollable urge to kiss me and not as a result of some stupid bet. We will never lie in bed after a night of lovemaking sharing stories and ice cream. I will receive a post card how you finally made it to New York with the man of your dreams and I will pretend to be happy for you.
I am not a romantic fool. I am just a fool.
... such poignant thoughts for a Saturday night.


sleepless in soulpie