XXLove letters
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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