Thursday, August 30, 2007

i miss you my love

stare at bottoms and miss you,
my love i'm in mombasa,
with the humid blood, the cool muezzin
i forgot the track of my life,
but my heart is still you

you're my child inside,
my unreachable melody, enflating my lunghs
don't get to hear you, don't get to see you,
only feel you pushing just behind the senses,
smell you behind the nose,
hear you behind the hears,
see you behind the eyes,
touch you behind the skin

i will explode of pressure,
crawl under my feelings behind the world

don't get to talk to you my madness about you
i miss you, i miss you, i miss you


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