Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Flowerless


You are killing my mind with your being.
It aches the same, or even harder.
The only real thing that I possess
Is now bleeding down my throat,
Sour but sweet.




summer is coming
no flowers left in the trees
nor in my heart

6 comments:

  1. Such an exquisite piece of soul. Love the ending.

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  2. Thanks a lot, in spite of your non-equal shirt.

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  3. The level of your blog ist more big for mi. Pero if I chopping a machine of translation, verás cómo I writin one commentaire que te cagas in your slips!

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  4. My dear Dyhego: your English is descojonating. I've just shit and pissed. Please come and comment whenever you want. Yo write que te cagas.

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