my play boy
I should’ve say something before this could possibly happen.
Said a word like ” please no more surprise-friend-to-friend so called tongue-kiss “.
But instead I just stood there on the floor. Trying to watch his laptop playing a 40-years-old-virgin movie with a blurry vision from my eyes.
My head filled with a big banged.
I should’ve say something before he ask me to come with him
Gathered with them — the Martians, and they stared at me with questions in their minds.
“ Who the hell is she? “
But instead I was just sitting under the big green umbrella table and wooden chair trying to have a conversation with him.
With my Seafood fried rice and teh botol.
And a nice iced Johnny Walker that made my stomach burning inside.
My head filled with voices from this song called Touch from Bright Eyes. An Omaha young freak that recently I fell in love with.
Touch, lying on the floor
wishing this could last
but knowing that it can’t
and soon you will leave
and I will be on the floor,
watching the TV, trying hard to find a reason to move
I should’ve know that my play boy has a bunch of her and her pictured in his mind
Complicate mixed with my own insecurity and madness that running in my veins.
Then I remembered that it must be my own weakness embedded to your arms.
Giving me place to hide.
A time to listen to my floating words that came from my hurtled heart.
And this is my thank to you my dear Mr.Nice-kiss…