8/09/14
4:10 am
He had eyes like coffee and hair like bread, skin like winter and brain like hell. He had lips like razors and heart like sun. He had beard like leafs and touch as cold. He loved me like spring, and left like the wind. He changed like the seasons, forgetting me.
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That kind of person is really difficult to imagine. No, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone like that before. Who has hair like bread anyway? that’s just ridiculous.
It’s poetic and saddening, hellblau.