Babylon of Thoughts -- part II

I lick the white petals of my lips,
as I sit in the middle of my canvas.
Whispers from a perfect dream
my simple world:
needs, nature and dots
of loneliness.
I ran away from smiles and people
I need them-how sad!
I can't always cherish
my eyes, my thoughts, my fascinations!
Could a lover satisfy me
with empty words and cheap champagne?
That would be too much
for me--
I'd have to explain,
he wouldn't understand!
...get scared, run away!

by Bela

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Babylon of Thoughts -- part II