Samstag, 28. Juli 2012

Chichi

Teeth, don't leave!
Spite the white liquid
from my bosom's sleeve
Teeth, please stay!
Spite the white Angel
me arms doth sway

I'm a slave to her lips
as she grips to my heart
and to my twisted hips
can no wits will apart
a mother's wild love
for her child or her art

Depressed

You sit gloomy at the table with your loved ones laughing, unable to laugh and stiff. In fact, you feel annoyed but not with their laughter ...