From “2 Days In Paris”

Always the same for me.
Break up, break down.
Drunk up, fool around.
Meet one guy, then another, fuck around.
Forget the one and only.

Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love,
desperately look everywhere…
And after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one,
until that one is gone as well.

There’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up.


Author: putrikatak

Love to write and live by writing. Like frogs, stars, rains, and the color of blue.

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