domingo, 27 de marzo de 2011

Heaven can wait

While reading On the road you early start planning your no way back trips, your I don't care where to go maps and your there's nothing else to say dictionaries. Because you can't avoid flirting with the idea of getting lost forever.  London's waiting for me. And I'm secretly calling the rain, the warmth and the grey. I need to be back in town, I need to be a stranger in my own home once again.

Hot coffee and hidden smiles. Hot coffee and bitter cigarettes.

Heaven can wait.

3 comentarios:

Pine Apple dijo...

Baby you can drive my car, yes I'm gonna be a star.

Onofre B dijo...

This entry rules the nation, it's poetry, yeah! And makes me jump all around the place like a dog willing to be taken out (?) (Taken out to a gay bar, maybe? xD)

Anónimo dijo...

Yay! :D