Title

Drowning in a pool of caffeine, dive me, I’m as tall as half of a building and as short as half of a table leg. I miss your eyelashes, so I’ll just stroke Pushkin’s fur instead. I would like to paint you or write you or scream your name. I would swim with you in that murky lake or walk with you through those cobbled streets.
I cry because I can’t.
Advertisements

One comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s