to fall in love with the most perfect girl
at the most inappropriate of times
to fall in love with the most perfect girl
at the most inappropriate of times
this is so weird
and distant
but i have fallen for a girl
i cannot lay next to
this restaurant will appear in my prose
as nothing more
than the place you bid me
goodnight
when i write for you
there is no thought
a refreshing change
from your scholarly endeavours
it is so painful
to be full in your city
yet so empty in your heart
why is it so hard
to hold chopsticks
and turn the pages of hemingway
Breath gently fallen
From here on
There is only up