Why Do We End Up In The Canteen

You make me want to drink

though i love you, your unfaithfullness has made me jealous

and i end up in the canteen

faith, faith, the love poured from up above

life is a poem, with birds

aa crown where we are jewels

love hate love hate love love

dont abuse me

love me

im indiferent to the blooming of flowers,

the effect of your love has been contrary to the formulae

im going to get a black cat

and some decent white clouds on the hills

and a bed of flowers that wont suddenly move

by Cristobal Benjumea

Comments (1)

Very nice