The Girl Who Creates Galaxies
Псевдопоэзия. Еще и на английском. И пусть меня за это хоть четвертуют. Моему клубу реабилитации "Blondie Commandos" посвящается.

Dear new old friend.
Speak to me, my dear new old friend.
That's all what I need tonight.


- Hey, sweetheart, do you like ... May?
- Yes, I love it so much, that all my life has turned to never-ending May.
- Oh... I see.. Okay, but... how about hot chocolate and a cupcake?
- You got me, baby. That's what I am ready to go through the hell! :)
- Really? :) Hey, but how about traveling to L.A.? This is my childhood dream...
- I need to think about it. I prefer old beautiful Europe and I am not up to long plane flights.
- Okay. I am not going to insist, but wait... maybe you would prefer N.Y.?
- Oh, sweet, this really is not for me. I am so sorry, but I flight to Madrid.
- May I go with you? Just to make your mornings bright with delicious breakfast and a big tight hug?
- My dear new old friend, you know.... It scares me much....
- Don't worry my little kitten, I promise, I am not the one to break your fragile heart...
- I do believe you, my friend... But just for tonight...
- Then let this evening be as long as you never-ending May....



@темы: heartache, lyrics, things that keep me alive, men of my life, archive: poetry