Bother Me Not
I have a fantasy
something that can't be retold
something so bold
to go broke
to be homeless
only to still have home
to still have my beloved
to be drunk on love
so drunk that I don't
know right from straight
to be so enraptured that it means nothing as long as he is by my isde
youth
destruction
bliss
paris
random...to lead a random life
full of uknowns..and for it to bother me not.
Copyright © Zaida Ruiz | Year Posted 2013
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