L

Love has always been a foreign language to me

An explicit tongue and illiterate literature

A philosophical bore and a vague concept

An error in my mathematics

But you came and took words out of my mouth
And you build a poetry out of my life
Painted my canvas black

Because that's how i like it

I like my dictionary spiralling into chaos

And how i whisper those words in each breath i exhale

I love you more than anything in my life.

IN/05,05,2015

C

by fluidity

1

Thanks for the...

  1. 1Smile
  2. 0Inspiration
  3. 0Laugh
  4. 0Story
  5. 0Mindtrip
  6. 0Help
  7. 0Feelings

Thank the author

0

Comments


No one has commented on this note yet

Previous
Next