December 2009
1 post
3:56
Blowing through the magazines
That preach and sing skinny jeans
It’s love that smells like cologne and cigarettes
It’s words that sound slightly too pretentious
Like a prelude to something
That means so much more than you and me
We can find it in those romantic comedies
Or in the songs that tend to lead
Our thoughts and dreams.
Designer shoes, designer rings
De-signing hugs...