.... and I travel
and collide
with beautiful humans
One such unique beautiful human
allows me to post a poem or two.
I love the way she writes
I have a post-it on my wall
it's pink.
It says:
«1 bag apples».
I would stand there in the shop
wondering whether to buy green or red.
Then I'd discover a pair of green eyes
at the end of the isle.
I forgot the apples.
But there's a post-it on my wall
it's pink.
.
and collide
with beautiful humans
One such unique beautiful human
allows me to post a poem or two.
I love the way she writes
I have a post-it on my wall
it's pink.
It says:
«1 bag apples».
I would stand there in the shop
wondering whether to buy green or red.
Then I'd discover a pair of green eyes
at the end of the isle.
I forgot the apples.
But there's a post-it on my wall
it's pink.
.
