It is already 2012, and the world is going to end, and we are so sick of another New Year being nothing new but simply more of the old, so I try to make you love me for just one more night.
I button your pea-coat. You correct my tie. We hold hands over lunch though it makes eating really hard. Your right, my left. We giggle. You artfully pick up the Kang Poong Gi with your chopsticks and feed me with all the love both of us hope we do not have. We talk at the same time.
Sometimes, I might make you feel like I do all these drugs because of you, but it's half true. I'm a weak person. I do them because I'm an addict.
Sometimes, I get ill with fevers and rib aches, but that is not your fault. I do foolish things to get that way.
Drugs: Crossing Valium, Anti-depressants, Cough syrups and a field of Hash. Some curse of an unborn descendant fell upon him.
Foolish things: Never wearing socks and running outside every time he hears the wind too loud or the rain too soft. Some part of an ancestor's free spirit never left him.
Do I love you? Truth: More than you can imagine. If I don't, I don't have a reason to perform or write the music, or long or desire till I think it will kill me.
Truth: You don't. Or rather, you haven't. But life is just easier if I think you do.
For that day she reached Sydney, he cooked dinner. He lit no candles so they could eat to the light of the stars.
When I am around you, I do not want to smoke up. I do not want anything.
When I am with you, the fact that this will never work out stops bothering me. I keep on bringing it up, because when I'm with you, I start believing there is still hope for us.
Later, they modeled a city together: his final-year project. Fought over why there were not enough bridges over the river. And thus, the new year begun, end of best friends, beginning of lovers. She just doesn't know it yet. By the first quarter, they'll be lovers again, because boundaries drive them over the edge - and always together. He have placed a hundred against it, but he's hoping he will lose.
For a beautiful girl.
I button your pea-coat. You correct my tie. We hold hands over lunch though it makes eating really hard. Your right, my left. We giggle. You artfully pick up the Kang Poong Gi with your chopsticks and feed me with all the love both of us hope we do not have. We talk at the same time.
Sometimes, I might make you feel like I do all these drugs because of you, but it's half true. I'm a weak person. I do them because I'm an addict.
Sometimes, I get ill with fevers and rib aches, but that is not your fault. I do foolish things to get that way.
Drugs: Crossing Valium, Anti-depressants, Cough syrups and a field of Hash. Some curse of an unborn descendant fell upon him.
Foolish things: Never wearing socks and running outside every time he hears the wind too loud or the rain too soft. Some part of an ancestor's free spirit never left him.
Do I love you? Truth: More than you can imagine. If I don't, I don't have a reason to perform or write the music, or long or desire till I think it will kill me.
Truth: You don't. Or rather, you haven't. But life is just easier if I think you do.
For that day she reached Sydney, he cooked dinner. He lit no candles so they could eat to the light of the stars.
When I am around you, I do not want to smoke up. I do not want anything.
When I am with you, the fact that this will never work out stops bothering me. I keep on bringing it up, because when I'm with you, I start believing there is still hope for us.
Later, they modeled a city together: his final-year project. Fought over why there were not enough bridges over the river. And thus, the new year begun, end of best friends, beginning of lovers. She just doesn't know it yet. By the first quarter, they'll be lovers again, because boundaries drive them over the edge - and always together. He have placed a hundred against it, but he's hoping he will lose.
For a beautiful girl.
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