Why is that I hate this city that mutters all the time?
Is it really that I hate the city?, or that I hate the streets
because your feet have roamed them countless times?
Is it that I hate you?, or maybe the air that you breath...
... Maybe, just maybe I dont hate anything at all and
only feel a deep rooted jealosuy of it all....
Since the air caresses your skin and your lips
The floor supports your feet and records your travels
Yet I wish I could kiss the earth you walk...
I could breathe the air you let go
And i could caress your skin and lips more than the air
Hence my utter dispear, hence the height of my love!
07/9/2008
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Haha! The city can be her lover and u can't, turns out that u hate everything, or maybe u don't hate anything at all and it's just jelousy. It's so human-like, let's say. "Contradictions that make sense to a group of people who ask the most feared question", that was said by a friend of mine who is a goddam cool writer!
can be HIS lover. What was I thinking of?
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