Black and blue
You make me feel home in a foreign country.
Don't tell me, I'm beautiful -
They call me this everyday,
But the way you do say -
This amount of gentleness splits as an ocean wave through the crowd of this stupid party, making me want to run away, cause I'm not that strong not to melt right after.
When you smile at me, I forget, what I wanted to say. I just stare at you like a beggar, a hungry wolf. I should probably order a gun or at least a tequila boom, then more likely two more, so I still try to stay away.
I can hear you calling my name even when you are miles away, even when I am tired and wasted. I Should better go home today, otherwise I'll just fall away in my feelings, which every day piece by piece remove sober parts of me.
To D.B.
15.11.2015
/I honestly didn't expect to fall into someone after I.S. I still don't know, how it happened/
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