Monday, July 6, 2009
No weight until you gave false lust & words like 'lost'.
I'm choked by my own air.
Recaptures.
but this time was more absolute, heartfelt.
I could smell that perfume tout de suite.
then it dissipate,
I sniff hard.
no more..
Disappear.. every littlest thing of You.
Fetching painkillers.