hit the lights Love, i like it dark in here
and since we're overdressed for an argument
lets strip off our first impressions,
they're only formal forefronts anyway,
and we can fake it for fifteen minutes
then i can have a refreshing ice cold cigarette
and we can move on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LOL Oh, but isn't it just like this some times? More routine or duty than true pleasure. Long live Eila Mahima Jaipul and her fabulous, diverse writing! ! Gina.