March 2011
15 posts
oh listen! i wandered the streets the whole night trying trying to pick up your scent, writing messages on walls, i wish i wish you reflected your face in my eye.
we finally made it …
on a hilltop at 4 am, the whole city is your jewellery box.
a million twinkling yellow street lights.
reach out and take what you want. you can have it all.
an orchid dies each time you hear a child crying and what makes you lie to me and think that i’ll believe it?
