The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


feel me/read me/follow me

A Connection

you are the background in all of my photos
you are the margin of the paper that I write on
you are the aroma of strong coffee in the morning
you are the very last sip of red, red wine
straight from the bottle and pass my lips
you are everything and anything
with meaning
To me you are strange
and also, a stranger
falling for you, is danger

written: March 28, 2011


Filed under: desire,desire,desire..., regarding myself, that crazy,little thing called love, Uncategorized

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