Taste in the boy. . .

The smell of cocoa butter devided from his skin has filled every corner of the apartment. A great 24hrs celebration beneath you'r stoned geeky style. Kisses that had been throwed focused on you'r eyes which never got the chance to touch you'r lips. Sunshine, Light on, wind, blow through my face, tears, don't run down into my mouth once more. but again  you couldn't make it! The grass is green, he love the greened fresh weed to smoke or maybe sometimes he enjoys it dark-brown or white as my frightened out eyes stared at the ceiling. Flied up away in the middle of the nowhere pretending like he's never been like a razorblade making my heart bleed. Running as a young lovely kittie, restless as a mother and mad like a cowboy who doesn't love cows. Sleep you'r eyelashes between my cold fingers, cry some tears on them and push them down there in my dry mouth. after you'r gone, though i know you'll be back to me soon or maybe not, I'll watch a movie, eat a coconut flavored ice cream and lie to you. you'r eyes are bloody red everynight and either will be mine as well but it's just for tonight or maybe not. Maybe i'll call you'r mother and tell her that you have commited suicide once and that how much i hate this خاک کثیف ...