Come inside a smokey room. With a paper and pen. Incense and cigarettes, flowers and water. They all go together, too well.
This is our journey. And our love, will sail us through.
Friday, February 24, 2012
It may sound funny
Darling, I miss our nights so much but all you do
To comfort me is a message – “Skype?”.
As these days pass by and
you prove better on phone then bed,
I realize that your dick was a UFO and it could never land well.