hippy, whisky-loving rockstar
room full of smokewhisky in hand
guitar in the other
laughter surrounding the room
unusual idealogies- that make no sense/ perfect sense
depth
in a high class environment
presented as junk
nice hat
adventurous lover
interesting kisser
him whispering bitter meaningful somethings in my ear
bad memory
hating love and loving hate
having a dark shadow follow him and me wanting to enter his darkness
natural passion
an intellect that has nothing to show for
wild sex, wild side
dances to his own beat
his next move is unpredictable
his carelessness
his inability to repent
no regrets
he is indescribable
his clean hands and fingernails
holding his dirty cigarette
feeling Morrison's song with his eyes closed
cocaine
mumbling something about life
blackout
Poetry by LaLa
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Written on 2008-06-16 at 08:52
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