I miss mi culito.
I miss me Miss Culito.
I miss my everything.
She was everything to me,
my body and soul,
my consciousness,
my guilt.
My pride and joy, too.
"I'm so dissapointed with my pills", she said once.
I took her in my embrace, I felt so fucking proud of her. And through the tears I've said it to her. "Disappointed?" She is disappointed with her pills. I am fucking disgusted with pills, I never take nor do I need to take any. But she was taking them, despite agreeing with me. She did need help and she gave herself away. I only ever did when I needed catching up on my sleep, urgently.
I thought I was her everything too.
And I guess I was, because I feel her everywhere now
when she is nowhere to be found.
Please release mi, mi amor.
I can't go on like this.
Tell it like it is,
And don't wave your hands so agressively in my face any more.
Post je objavljen 21.01.2008. u 17:48 sati.