Wednesday, September 30, 2009

i like warm beds and contaminated love

the night is windy and people won't shut up.
I hold your orb filled with illuminated love, till I 'accidentally' drop it and all the silvery liquid pours out and seeps into the earth.
I can't sleep, I am smoking and singing instead.

1 comment:

Dreaminglass said...

I couldn't sleep either, so I sang in my head. I've run out of cigarettes, though.