I know all things must pass... and only love will last...
“C’mon babe, do it right and I’ll give you a kiss!”
Yeah, I really wanted that kiss, something to cheer up that low, low, low disposition…
But… did I care? No, maybe I didn’t even notice how pathetic I was…
I just wanted that something for me, since things like holding hands or even the most ephemeral hug was stuff for lovers, stuff forbidden for me, stuff I forbid my own self from for some reason… in short, pure utopias, alright?
“Fucking do it right!!” I ordered to myself, as I was about to play the song I was raised on, the song that saw my in tears once or twice, I can’t remember now…
Anyway, inexperienced as I was, I went wrong…
He smiled, lovingly, like that sympathetic smile you give a kid when he misspells a simple word.
I smiled too, but on my face he must have read a hopeless delusion…
“But I’ll give you that kiss anyway!!”
He put his hand behind my neck, I leaned towards him, brushing the hair away from my cheek, but he turned his face and searched for my lips, and he found them…
And then…
I remember everything… his fingers tasted of nicotine but seemed to know my body perfectly well
“You can have a break today…” he said, as he slowly, but firmly took my beloved guitar away from my hands…
Just an extract of my real life, adapted for the magical world of stories...
Isn't it fascinating how people can fool you, saying just three words like "i" then "love" then "you"??
*Frankita*
Yeah, I really wanted that kiss, something to cheer up that low, low, low disposition…
But… did I care? No, maybe I didn’t even notice how pathetic I was…
I just wanted that something for me, since things like holding hands or even the most ephemeral hug was stuff for lovers, stuff forbidden for me, stuff I forbid my own self from for some reason… in short, pure utopias, alright?
“Fucking do it right!!” I ordered to myself, as I was about to play the song I was raised on, the song that saw my in tears once or twice, I can’t remember now…
Anyway, inexperienced as I was, I went wrong…
He smiled, lovingly, like that sympathetic smile you give a kid when he misspells a simple word.
I smiled too, but on my face he must have read a hopeless delusion…
“But I’ll give you that kiss anyway!!”
He put his hand behind my neck, I leaned towards him, brushing the hair away from my cheek, but he turned his face and searched for my lips, and he found them…
And then…
I remember everything… his fingers tasted of nicotine but seemed to know my body perfectly well
“You can have a break today…” he said, as he slowly, but firmly took my beloved guitar away from my hands…
Just an extract of my real life, adapted for the magical world of stories...
Isn't it fascinating how people can fool you, saying just three words like "i" then "love" then "you"??
*Frankita*