posted on Feb, 13 2014 @ 12:44 PM
You looked at me
and smiled.
So hip in your
RayBans and skinny
jeans.
We drank OJ & tequila
in a Angel's bar in Venice.
And talked of Conspiracy.
Watched the Chemtrails
cover the sky and the
street ravers tell us
about Jesus.
I touched your hand
and listened to your
story about Cocteau
and his burden of
being the "Frivolous Prince"
edit on 13-2-2014 by olaru12 because: (no reason given)