Art never comes from happiness.


8 in the morning in my bed.
tired of the night we had, she said:
oh baby.. i know i fuck your head,
but baby,
fucking YOU just makes me sad,
so dear,
forget the love once we had.
but baby, don’t be mad.
you are still the best in bed.
baby, lets stay friends.
(there was no worth.there is no sense.)

August 8, 2010
Category - Life
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