How can I call spade a spade since I've been living in your shade? since it's no longer I who holds you tight Maybe a cigar ain't a cigar and the truth laid way too far, so far out of sight How could I know I was on a "might"? You gave my heart a reason to pound A lock once lost and then found An artistic muse lighting my fuse Too dusky to be literally lustrous revivingly revelling yet not self-righteous When I was between a rock and a hard place my pendular movement found balance in your face In those fathomless eyes,in those juicy thighs A sylphlike figure that stripped of wrong and rights My coruscatingly kaleidoscopic rainbow turned now black and white Now...
Μπραβο Κωστα!! Προσωπικα πιστεύω οτι το κυριοτερο ειναι να σου βγαινει αυτο που γραφεις και εσυ το εχεις. Περιθωρια βελτιωσης υπαρχουν σε όλους μας και θα υπαρχουν παντα. Και εσυ εχεις πολλα χρονια μπροστα σου για να εξελιχθεις οπως θελεις. Το θεμα ειναι να σε γεμιζει αυτο που γραφεις. Καλη συνεχεια και καλες εμνευσεις!