domingo, febrero 26, 2006

KK


I´ve been trying to find the right place. I´ve been hiding behind her white face. So what you gonna do to stop me. No one knows what´s in me. I´m lying on her bed, listening to her fears before we fall asleep. I just needed someone that was as scared as I was. And now, as I touch her face, she says she loves me. But what is love? Maybe the stupidist question ever. Maybe something that should be lived and not answered. But I love you too. Let´s just take it slow; undo the bed and gently take off your clothes. Life is worth this while. Smile, laugh, hug me. Soon it will be Monday morning. Everybody dies on Monday mornings.