Aware
Alas, this is the autumn of our discontent, made glorious by the wind from the north.
City lights
Alas, this is the autumn of our discontent, made glorious by the wind from the north.
It was me and my monkey, and with his dungarees and roller blades, smoking filtered tips reclining in the passenger seat of my super charged jet black Chevrolet..
Your scent on my pillow. The sweet taste of your skin. The rush of blood to my head as I touch those lips. The lightning in your smile. The thunder in your laugh. Infatuation overwhelms me.
I stir awake, looking at the white plain ceiling board. The dull sound of the refrigerator and the smell of last nights dinner. 3:51am, it's 27 deg and the rain is pouring outside.
If u are hotter than me, does that make me cooler than u?.
Rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated Sent from my iPhone.