DAYS IN THE BLACKBERRIES FIELD – Days 24, 25 and 26

STAIN sketches from life & clips of dreams

Many thanks to my wonderful friend Mr Who for helping me with this one.

Days In The Blackberries Field – Days 24, 25 and 26

I am playing with my thoughts.
They are like a glass ball,
falling on the floor breaking into pieces. 
My eyes are a desert,
without water,
without oases. 
But my lips, those crazy slaves of heart,
are still kissing you ravishing and wistfully
as if they’ve never kissed you before.
My soul is the prison where
the pain puts cold chains on her,
and every day squeezes her harder. 

View original post 68 more words

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s