février 2012
(being born is going blind): You were a beautiful... →
beingbornisgoingblind:
You were a beautiful child With troubled face, green eyelids And black lace stockings We met in a filthy bar You said “My name is Nada I don’t want anything from you I will not take from you I will give you nothing” I took you home down alleys Splattered with moonlight and garbage and cats To your desolate disheveled room Your feet were dirty ...
