XXLove letters

                                        

When my heart was still available for rent,

 

 

 

The building was quite old and run-down,

At first sight its entrails looked like a maze,

I thought you were shocked,

You didn’t make a sound,

This time we climbed the stairs,

It was your first attempt to get to the top,

Artistic glam was separated, divided and chopped space,

Sleepy heads I meant your neighbors,

They could have sworn and witnessed,

It was a small, very ambitious, a mouse-free attic,

It was an almost clean place,

I failed to hit the gold,

You wasn’t afraid at all,

You had just learnt something important,

It survived dilapidation,

It was your first loud thought,

‘We think that hosts and tenants look like door bells wearing slippers and robes,

It is a wrong assumption like any other assumption,

People must look like their front doors,

Life is a narrow hallway,

We are allowed to see only doors,

We keep asking the same question,

The owner of which door we’d like to meet, to befriend or to love,

Some front doors are conceited,

They have chevalier monograms,

They look down on their colleagues,

Those are practical, simple and solid,

Others make fun of retro sick fans,

It’s distressing that we are alike,

 It’s amazing that we differ,

Some are lost in the herd,

In the grazing state of cattle mind,

Others break through and run,

Many of us jump and jump dreaming,

‘One day I’ll be better’

‘One day I’ll get bigger’,

As we were walking down the hallway,

Your dreamy mood was forced to change,

As the smell of something rotten was drifting,

In the particular part of the city garbage was a sure bet,

I didn’t waste a second,

I found a lame excuse,

I hated losing a tenant,

I laid my eye on you,

‘The girls didn’t do their homework,

They danced in the streets all night,

The latest issue of Marie Claire was clear,

Cleanness comes back into fashion,

It’s a matter of time when they follow the latest trend and the beauty advice,

I’m talking about dust bins and chlorine,

Sin is a source of inspiration,

Paris will never wash off its sin,

A genius needs it,

Sin is a breath of night’,

Using the key I raped the tolerant lock,

I tried really hard to bang (overcome) your last hesitation.