Santa Fe

Forcing myself to love the one who only hurts me.

 

Santa Fe nights

With dusty dreams,

Whistling while I pull on guitar strings,

Pondering how to conquer the type of cactus you are.

My parched mind, my lips,

I thirst for your nutrition,

Whistling still while I pull the next string.

It's only your surface that hurts me.

 

Reviews

[shadadakiya]

very nice for sure diffrent i like it great work