dinsdag 1 oktober 2019

Love it hurts

I drag my body to the bus stop
and sleepwalk back to bed.
I read my life in cocktails,
then watch the rain turn red.
I'm like a spider with my manners
but in my dreams I fly like birds.
I feel the weight of weary whispers.
I'm so in love it hurts.

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