Lo-Li-Ta
You look at me and you see
Blonde hair, red lips
Lost in reality
Filled with nothing but love and desire
I listen to old songs
Johnny Cash understands me best
Autumn leaves
Warmth of the fire
Warmth of the tea
The sound and colours of the ground
The orange, the red, the brown
The "me" and the season of happiness
The tiny star
It reminds me of You
The star that fell from the sky right to my arms
The one in a million
Because you were my one in a million
And you'll be with me forever,
Even though in someone else's arms
I'm having a glass of wine and I'm naked
I admire nudity
I admire the state when nothing really matters
And there's just me, the glass filled with red wine
Damien Rice playing on repeat
The state when I feel free
About the Creator
Brownie Haze
I have a "Lolita" tattoo on my arm. My coffee is black. My lips are red. My cigarettes are strong. My writing is my art.
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