Love

Orð og lag: MC-Hár

on a delicate stroll
down the length of a bar(desk)
you catch yourself
drifting away
a wave of blood
breaks on your nostrils
and fills the corners of
your mind
a devastating thought
to someone less devoted
a flaw of character

simulate lust
to sweep some wannabe robust
of his feet
a feature you cannot deny
to be inconcrete
reach out a wavering hand
betray a fake composure
deliberately

socialise
in terms of a previous life
recall the where’s and when’s and why’s
pretend to be aware
of this morning’s weather forecast (mmm)
simulate d….

love
love

simulate
colourful thoughts
with wise disguise
all lies come true
in the midst of deep blue eyes
and a well prepared speech
in terms of where is and which is
please excuse my bad english

T.Bogason

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