its raining
I listen to your window pane
i watch you while you sleep
run my finger down your forehead, your nose, your lips
you light your cigarette
and smile at me through the smoke
carelessly stroking my hair
you leave without an umbrella
i feel the cold
i hug your sheets
and lay my head on your pillow
an empty apartment
your canvas
your books
and me
15 comments:
amazing!
oddly enough, I started painting again today of all days!
it's no longer a blank canvas staring at me for 3 months...
So lovely. But you made me feel a bit lonely, for some reason...
this is beautiful layla! by the way, your call made my day today, it was nice to hear your voice :)
Laila, a stroke of genius. Truly.
laila, this is so poetically inspired
beautiful
It's so intimate.Loved it.
I should paint again..
W'eir?? min haida ta talfin la khayyik win rou7 "ni7ki" ma3o? 3an jad, shi wminno yi3ni!
ahem.
he is a figment of her imagination LC.
so poetic ya Laila. So nice.
thanks guys.
lisa, she's with him yet she feels the emptiness
youknow, same here :)
lc, *ahem* its fiction dear relax :P
love it! ;)
What eve said
:)
Oh my gosh ya Laila,
I am so jealous.....why can't I have a man to feel that way about... :-(
Wonderful hubibtee
soooo nicely described...
Hmm I love the idea behind this website, very unique.
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