paperleaves
09-28-2008, 05:44 PM
I love it when I am washing a palette
and the red paint spills on my hands
like lakes of blood
and I love when I am reading alone at night.
with every chapter I take a minute to read to a ghost.
I love seeing landscapes
and people holding hands
although it kills me, because mine are lonely
I love lilies
and Chicago
and Mexico
and Miguel, because even though he doesn't speak much english, he still tells me he loves me everyday. that I am his precious princess, his regalo de Dios, and that with every sunrise he will wake and think of me.
I love that in ten minutes I will be happy.
for five seconds.
I love spanish classical music, and the calming breeze of anxiousness.
I love the way drug dealers walk,
I love lampshades dressed in eccentric patterns
I love coca cola after makinglove, and when babies mumble
I feel like I hear angels whispering the most innocent things
and the red paint spills on my hands
like lakes of blood
and I love when I am reading alone at night.
with every chapter I take a minute to read to a ghost.
I love seeing landscapes
and people holding hands
although it kills me, because mine are lonely
I love lilies
and Chicago
and Mexico
and Miguel, because even though he doesn't speak much english, he still tells me he loves me everyday. that I am his precious princess, his regalo de Dios, and that with every sunrise he will wake and think of me.
I love that in ten minutes I will be happy.
for five seconds.
I love spanish classical music, and the calming breeze of anxiousness.
I love the way drug dealers walk,
I love lampshades dressed in eccentric patterns
I love coca cola after makinglove, and when babies mumble
I feel like I hear angels whispering the most innocent things