Saturday, 2 November 2013

Fainting

I like your eyebrows
And your falling eyelids,
They make perfect vows
And from the heart speak.

As I stand here drunk,
Wish I could repent,
I wish I were a monk,
No sin, just the present.

Just wait, I'm on the road,
I realize I'll be something,
Feel I could die alone,
After all I am my dreams.

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