10.9.09

i drink coffee like water and
smoke cigarette like breathing.
i like grass & wasted nights -
and still don't know how to get out of bed half the time.
sometimes i don't know what to say,
and sometimes i think i know everything.
sometimes i'm ignorant, selfish and jealous.
most of the times, i'm lost and small
and give up on things.

now you know my heart is ugly,
and tomorrow might not be pretty,
but they are all sincerely truthfully yours.

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