I want to write about love ... above it, wallowing in his envious desire to entangle me, I pluck and pick up every piece of it, describe it carefully, smell, taste, touch, want to lick the tasty side, the sweetest. Turns out I can not tell the love I can not provide continuity of event because it is messy, I dare not say I've touched or even approached him quietly, I can not because I have not allowed, prefer to hide behind my fingers and lyrics I refuse to throw the navel of my thing to another thing and then disappear. I wash in cold water and lonely, I wet one, in my infinite blue white bathroom without company, without someone to talk to me while polishing the teeth, I am not bold, I'm soft, I give my steps in silence , respite dumb and I do not speak weak enough to melt under the door.
I like fingers scraping on my brain the last word that should be seized of the above, it is difficult to explore my bipolar, I park in the blue and not wanting to continue to love, I feel tiny, powerful, not now I'm sorry, I'm a light rock, I go with the wind dust and disappear, which are not appropriate tabs to assemble my fickle mind but the salt water out of my nerves, speed the dissatisfaction of my desires.
sat, overwhelmed and I feel the cold far, I see you indiscreetly about, running around my skirts, my travels around my inner thighs, bumps drool and play with my nipples to make them my toes, my hair is vanishing from among the green, release me, I take off the heels of the cement, I become a woman, I smell like candy, margaritas, to glass, I want to eat a Lemon, I want to stretch by the sea and dive with love, want love to smell flowers, colors, which is endless, but only when you feel for love and I fell in love with love.
