the new romantics
June 12, 2007
here i am again, laying on my bed, in my dimly lit, painted-green room.
listening to love songs the whole afternoon.
and i don’t need the nicotine, nor the alcohol.
drugs won’t give me this certain ecstasy i’m feeling right now.
a drowning sensation, hitting rock bottom of my emotions.
being carried away by the blissful echo, as it tingles against my skin and lingers in my ear
i have given myself completely to “love”, a certain imagery of a non-existing figure.
your identity is a mystery, yet my feelings are absolute.
i thank, the new romantics.