Κυριακή, 24 Απριλίου 2011

Lucky man

Confusion


your sight an

illusion


next to me.


Controversy


your dirty sheets

to

your aromatic body.


It makes me want you.

More.


But no love is found

anywhere for me.


I call it "unlucky".

People.

Situaton.

Time.


So, if you don't

ask for love,

what are you

longing for,

lucky man?

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