Friday, 27 June 2014


XXLove letters

 

 

 When the present was framed,

 

I slither and hide in a lie,

It must be Julien,

He has a fit of conscience,

He tries to make it up to me,

As if it was his biggest sin,

I do my best to forget I was born,

It’s a big deal!

He didn’t forget our date,

But he had forgot my birthday,

I know the truth,

It is inside,

The picture frame was broken,

That day we had a lovers’ spat,

 I lost your written on glass dedication,

But I still remember every thought,

Although you change like weather in London,

Like the cloudy sky pattern in autumn,

‘I hope it will never break’,

‘Let’s remember all beautiful moments’,

‘I pray it’s not the end’,

‘After we made love and time stopped,

You approached the window,

I already missed you,

But I didn’t say how I felt’,

‘I’ve never been honest’,

It’s an enlarged summer photo of them,

They are not us,

They are much better,

Their biggest the third world fight was about who would go and borrow a knife,

So that they could cut a pine-apple,

They sat on the shore locked in embrace,

Covered in sand fingers and toes,

They didn’t wore sun protection,

We are afraid of love,

We won’t be ever like them,

We are two sleepless cuts of evil meat,

They even smelt much better,  

Fishermen borrowed St.Peter’s boat,

They made their living trying to catch the miraculous draught of mermaids,

Mister St. Peter walked on the water talking to his halo,

‘Where is my Teacher?

I wish he could see me’,

His halo was his saint himself,

It was a basement bar,

It gave off the smell of sambuca,

It was equipped with Tequila and one stroboscope,

Sirens were drank,

They were tired of being evil songsters,

Fatal creature were tired of killing by eating and wrecking,

‘If only we were vampires,

Being a vampire is always in fashion,

Mermaids are ugly,

Their tails are a sticky mess,

Mess can also be spelled as ‘meth’,

It was an addictive summer,

There is our picture inside the red box,

We crashed into each other,

 In this picture we are framed,

Now my life is a photo stock.

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