martes, 6 de agosto de 2013

"Nothing comes out of me"



"Nothing comes out of me"

you are in the kitchen
I am in the living room
I send you a picture
you receive it soon
you send me a finger
disapprovingly
I send you a broken heart
and a smile comes to me

I'm in the bathroom
you're working on now
I pick up a magazine
the first article I've found
speaking about jobs
of the economy
and I press hard
but nothing comes out of me

No hay comentarios:

Publicar un comentario