paradise complex
and we made it real
like angel who falls
smashing his aureole
i stumble
on my tears
undone dishes
on his doubt
untied ties
on his qualm
this whole used to be heaven
even if through the clouds
the angels have fallen
and we dropped our lives
somehow
i still don't eat apples
but i smoke too much
afraid of beeing driven out
out of our tiny paradise
posted by Anonymous at Monday, November 06, 2006
3 Comments:
w jakim jezyku myslisz kiedy piszesz wiersze?
w tym w ktorym pisze =)
Smoking - it's just like I do :P Nie moge pisac dzis po angielsku - zbyt duze cisnienie podczas lektoratu... Boze, jaka ta Casandra Wilson jest suuuper !!
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