I smelled of cigarettes.
My hair greasy, my eyes
tired of sleepless nights,
my bad breathe of garlic and
onions, my skin dusty, my fingers
coloured with blue ink, my nails
bitten and unpolished, my sweat
with inflicting odor of rum and whisky,
my body dark and scars scattered
all over. And you said,
‘You are beautiful!’
My hair greasy, my eyes
tired of sleepless nights,
my bad breathe of garlic and
onions, my skin dusty, my fingers
coloured with blue ink, my nails
bitten and unpolished, my sweat
with inflicting odor of rum and whisky,
my body dark and scars scattered
all over. And you said,
‘You are beautiful!’
I simply smiled.
Thought to myself.
‘You are a fool.
You not know how to
approach your
yearning lust to a woman.’
And I smiled again,
blowing the smoke on his face.
Thought to myself.
‘You are a fool.
You not know how to
approach your
yearning lust to a woman.’
And I smiled again,
blowing the smoke on his face.