jueves, 17 de marzo de 2011


My skin is crawling
I can feel your touch
as you pretend not to look
as if to seem uninterested

Your eyes are screaming
secretly desceiving smiles
a brush of a rush
a smile, a sigh, perhaps

I would too, be scared
I would too, think twice
not give away too much
not wanting it in return
to never receive back

You left your bag at the doorsteps
you left your message with a voice
I thought you were another
I wanted them, all at once

I want way too much.
Greedy specialties
of the human machine
that linger in my toothaches
that wait to be awaken
whenever you come around

I want you
and you
and you
and all

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