Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "best-season-ever"
Ramin Djawadi
Her smile is what it is, but her lips are the color of dying leaf.
I wonder why she’s kissing me like that even as we are doing that, kissing that is. Her mouth tastes of pinkness, like when the sun dreams of her and shows up drunk just before the stars are born.
I am wondering about all that and more. Standing still with the earth as she does what she is doing to me, all those earthen little things.
She is making me strong and I miss being weak. But she’s the only one who bothered despite being my enemy, though she taught me my happiness had nothing to do with her.
And I am thinking, just keep your promise and don't make me real, even if you are.
Don't be.
I wonder why she’s kissing me like that even as we are doing that, kissing that is. Her mouth tastes of pinkness, like when the sun dreams of her and shows up drunk just before the stars are born.
I am wondering about all that and more. Standing still with the earth as she does what she is doing to me, all those earthen little things.
She is making me strong and I miss being weak. But she’s the only one who bothered despite being my enemy, though she taught me my happiness had nothing to do with her.
And I am thinking, just keep your promise and don't make me real, even if you are.
Don't be.
