Because you are addicted to Gold Flake and I am addicted to you.
Like that cigarette slowly burning between your fingers, I burn too. Because you are addicted to Gold Flake and I am addicted to you. The only difference - you can buy your addiction - but I can't win over you in a million years. The only similarity - you crush both cigarette butts and my hopes multiple times a day under your feet. You are one cruel b*****d. Oh man, why I still love you so very much? I think about that a lot sober. There has to be a reason for this unwavering, almost God-like devotion towards you. For the life of me, I can't find an answer to that question. I don't know why I want to walk barefoot on a black beach with you. Watch the sunset - and - watch your features turn into a beautiful silhouette. As the evening would sink into darkness and we will lay on the beach to watch the stars and crescent moon - I want to smell the salty ocean on your skin. Then when you will try to light that f*****g Goldflake and put it between your lips, I will th
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ReplyDeleteFor love, correction is needed with faith not with pen.
ReplyDeletePurist, huh? Good one, Saru! It's funny :)
ReplyDeleteHahaha, good one....once a grammar nazi, always one!
ReplyDeleteAn ode to the Grammar Nazi. Love the take with a smile:)
ReplyDeleteHahah! Lol.. She couldn't control this urge even for a love letter ;).
ReplyDeleteha ha... lovely one. If you want to be grammatically correct, you can't be romantically correct! :P
ReplyDelete@Everyone - Thanks a bunch for reading. ❤
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