be bad, be mine.
i remember, how you were looking for something down there.
and i leaned close to a stranger, because something seemed curious.
another day you were telling me, that i know for sure that on my
wedding day (that is a sad sad thing that i got married so many times,
and never had a chance for various reasons to wear one single dress)
i will wear Vera Wang, but i can not what i will want tomorrow morning.
but here and now, we want the same thing for our family, for us, for them.

i could never imagine that this man, who was looking younger, but somehow
35+, was hiding all long beautiful tattoo on his left arm under black sleeves,
was willing to give me so much, having those old scars just beneath the mouth.
(i just love us, having scars. it reminds me of what tremendous shit i went through.)
it is like i do not know, you went through wars and battlefields and that is a memory.
somehow like that.

i mean, i was sitting there disappointed about my not loyal fucked up subjects.
something about my company went so damn wrong and i was drowning deep.
he just withdrew the money, bought me a new place, let me choose the staff.

i mean, who does that?
is that what eternal love is for?
how many millions does it cost?

i have no access to the main account, and i do not need to.
i have a new company, i fired all the stupid clowns and i am happy.
because sometimes there is something much more than you can see.

i am old. i have seen so much. i have thrown away so much.
but it is so.. freedom and light to have someone had your back.
安定感。

and it occurred to me, i think on Lambeth Road
there's no more need to question life
or cry for what i'm owed. (c) DPT


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