he died on the streets deserted

Envy me

No more Envy me perfume. You stole it you did.
The gross sweetness still lingers in the dusty air.
Your steps stumble but you know you own it.
They just tend to stare when you walk passed them.
Yeah, your words are naive, beautiful, but oh such a kliseé.
You lick your lips like Effy but your eyes are the wrong brown, you say.
Your words unspoken almost ruin the package.
But guess what?
I witnessed you saying, you've decided to speak aloud next time.


Elisabeth said...

uuh dankeschön für deine ganzen kommentare :) ich mag deinen blog :*

Riikka said...

Elisabeth: ooh danke dir auch!