martes, 22 de julio de 2014

Angels have no thoughts

And as I watched you go, I just couldn't resist that impolite thought, disgusting to the gut, breaking every single rule I've ever stood for, only because I saw you with him, only because you chose a quick fuck rather than the long drunken conversation. You made your decision because you couldn't wait, fast means good because you just let yourself go and you don't give a damn, but slow means bad because you have to stay, and you have to wait, to listen, to think, but of course, pretty girls can't stay because they have to go, they can't wait because they must have, they can't listen because they have to talk, they can't think, because angels have no thoughts.

You can't sing along darling, your voice is not meant to be listened, and that's why I leave.

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