drank on my pillows
my room
is a book of colors,
painted portraits and of
pirates.
on my
walls are all my poems,
canvases and lyrics to
a lullaby.
bambi,
we drank on my pillows,
on my floor and got together
the next day.
we were
like something that wasn’t
ever meant to die,
but i’m not sorry.
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.