Can I just look at you while I sip on this coffee liquor, that resemble the first date at that coffee shop, where there sadly was no liquor.
Why have I the need of liquor? Well darling you and your body have grown on me like all the desperate bartenders and their collection of endless liquor.
Your mind is an addiction to me.
i'll call you my fixer that gives me a really good kicker. Exactly like an alcoholic and his liquor.
Do you remember that night where you introduced me to that Spanish poet Pablo?
Pablo with his poetry, to his one true love?
The stuff he said about her is something I wanna say about you.
The island you said he lived on with her, I wanna live on with you.
Your open mind about “love” hits me with a boxing glove. When people look and listen to me its obvious that I’m the one you’ve taken hold of.
Can I please have the permission to take and tasting that love?
you’ve grown into becoming every part of my many cells
I want to explore the world you, so forget all those girls at every one of the Copenhagen’s streets and embarrassingly also the cartels
They don’t matter no more, honestly they where only there to fill my boar
Your hand is all I ask for
even if it’s just your hand as we walk down aisles of a random bookstore
would you be kind and would you like to be mine?