Oh Madrid
each time I leave
the stones of your skin
I fall deeper into you.
Oh Madrid
I am hopeless
I am helpless
I am in love.
Madrid
you are more beautiful
more flavorful
more everything
I could ever want.
I would paint a thousand faces
kiss a million lips
just to cool my toes
on your cobblestoned streets.
Madrid-
this love is obsession
infatuation
a desperation
and I need to
return to you
every time I leave.
Oh Madrid.
Friday, April 3, 2009
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1 comment:
seriously, what is up with the lack of cobblestone streets in america? it is really annoying.
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