I’m gonna write to you letters and let dirty wrappers to read them….
I’m gonna write you long letters and let the dust to embrace them…
* * * * * * *
…you walking around me….
I’m your guilt dear lover….
you walking around me….
I’m your secret…..dear
* * * * * * *
your eyes are following
seduced by my lips….
……shuush…………
secret secret secret
(I won’t name you
I can’t….
it’s so simple…little tags are so simple….
mother, friend, lover, husband, stranger….)
Dear player….
You’re stronger than strong. Weaker than weak.
I am stronger than strong. Weaker than weak.
Freedom lovers we are. Mean no harm….mean no harm….
in our veins in our heart too much red runs through…too fast…
Freedom lovers we are. Counting games in matchsticks….
making passion easy….
making love so hard…..
craving for honor
craving for strength
weak is the man that woman takes in her paws
and turns
and turns
we all need power
so power came
and left you on your own
it took away your face
it took away your cloths
and left you on your own…
you wanted power, yeah?
here is your power boy…
“when you love someone even while think about her or while feel her it doesnt matter how far away you are or close you are, its like your heart is beating fast and slow at the same time!what if she say i dont feel you i leave you but im in you!whats gonna happen to heart beats cause of her?its gonna stop and you gonna start to… burn but you wanna stop it but without her its gonna never happen in the end!”
-quote from the little stranger…
there is nothing happy about the way i am holding my little love on a stick…
there is nothing happy about the way it’s sitting between my two fingers….
nothing good about the way it fills me…
little lover wrapped in innocent coat….
wrong
wrong
wrong
nothing good about the way it leaves it’s scent in my hair….
the way it clings to my skin….
but the delightful way in which it fills my body…
travels unseen…through my veins…runs in my blood….
and sits in my lungs making every breath worth taking…
I’M A SINNER.
AND YOU’RE MY SIN BABY.
here she was…
the lady covered with crows
black crows
black feathers
the lady with crows…
sitting numb
she sat very close…
waiting for something…
she was waiting….
and there she was
lady with black crows….
if I won’t hear you no more…
I will stop calling….
then suddenly the sea didn’t belong to me no more….
and the waves didn’t sound familiar…like before….
and the ground was cold and hard….
the sun wasn’t burning…
salt wasn’t clinging
no end
no start
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after midnight…
after the last sigh….
the last breath…
there are breaths flowting…
right above the sealing…
touching parts of floor…
keeping the doors shot….
exchanging silence into noise….
right after midnight…
hip bones are swaying with the silence….
grate against the other….
push and pull apart…
keep the night a puzzle
a secret
a sigh
written by MOI (she fakes it)
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