Pencil is a pencil.
Plastic bag is a plastic bag.
Socks are socks.
But, she, she's waaay beyond that.
Intelligent, brilliant mind, traditional, helpful, can'tsaynotoher, beautiful skin, mediteranean blue eyes, silky hair, gentle look, she's so, so many, but not mine. Not anymore.
And I'm the man, yes I'm. So, what?! Does it help?! I'm not capable to make any decision, not in a decade. And I'm supposed to be a mature one. Funny, a?! But no, it's not candid camera, it's my reality show.
And for sure, it is the S H O W.
Everything that is connected with me, undoubtly has the chance to be a great failure.
She was my Mount Everest, true passion, love of my life, highlight of my universe, light who shines and my mirror who reflects it. I haven't been hungry and thirsty for a decade.
Her smile, clever words, sophisticated moves were my food.
I have been drinking her the sweetest parfume, although I hate sweets.
Her breath has been my breakfast. Can you imagine oneandthesame breakfast for such a long period of time. But my stomach enjoyed it and I was delighted.
I'm on the rock. All day, every day. Scotch on the rock.
And no, I didn't write anything to her. I did't write I love you, not even said. I didn't write I can't go a day without thinking about you.
I need me with you,
I miss me with you,
I want me back with you back,
I need me back with you back.
I didn't say anything.
Instead of that, I keep rolling and rolling her voice in my head- ''I'm afraid it might be to late for us''.
And I did and I'm doing my best.
Nothing.
Plastic bag is a plastic bag.
Socks are socks.
But, she, she's waaay beyond that.
Intelligent, brilliant mind, traditional, helpful, can'tsaynotoher, beautiful skin, mediteranean blue eyes, silky hair, gentle look, she's so, so many, but not mine. Not anymore.
And I'm the man, yes I'm. So, what?! Does it help?! I'm not capable to make any decision, not in a decade. And I'm supposed to be a mature one. Funny, a?! But no, it's not candid camera, it's my reality show.
And for sure, it is the S H O W.
Everything that is connected with me, undoubtly has the chance to be a great failure.
She was my Mount Everest, true passion, love of my life, highlight of my universe, light who shines and my mirror who reflects it. I haven't been hungry and thirsty for a decade.
Her smile, clever words, sophisticated moves were my food.
I have been drinking her the sweetest parfume, although I hate sweets.
Her breath has been my breakfast. Can you imagine oneandthesame breakfast for such a long period of time. But my stomach enjoyed it and I was delighted.
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| photo by MP |
And no, I didn't write anything to her. I did't write I love you, not even said. I didn't write I can't go a day without thinking about you.
I need me with you,
I miss me with you,
I want me back with you back,
I need me back with you back.
I didn't say anything.
Instead of that, I keep rolling and rolling her voice in my head- ''I'm afraid it might be to late for us''.
And I did and I'm doing my best.
Nothing.
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