getting sick of the pointless talk
he drained his beer
steped out for a cigarette
cold
but tranquil
of course people pass and cars and streets scream for attention
still unsatisfied at this moment
the shop window
a light
lovely curves
the beauty of cold steel revealed
staring him in the eyes
yanking guilt of secretive fetishes onto the
sidewalk
for all to trample...
they could all tell now,
as they passed
that he was wanting the sweat
of her cold
porcelain skin
I really, really like the poem in this entry.
And thanks.
sounds like maybe you are complaining. i'm saying goodbye to the writing in the diary. not the people. it became an obligation.
if you want, though, i can be invisible to you. if your peace of mind does so fancy.
Is that were you want to be tickled> Jk anyway i need a cig. your name caught my eyes buh bye
Merci d'être entrer en contact avec moi, car je cherchais justement une personne à qui parler en français...mais je devrais aussi pratiquer un peu mon anglais...je le comprends assez bien but i'm not really good to write it ! So i think that we can't try to write in this to language...is it ok for you ? Ah oui , j'oubliais ...j'aime bien ce que tu écris !
Ciao !