I am Valeria
I am a plague
I go through rapid cycling of materialism and anti-materialism
It changes month by month
I am type o negative
I give to all
But only those like me can give to me.
It is a sad but beautiful truth.
In my make-up bag
A pregnancy test.
A beer opener.
I need a breathalyzer to erase my anxiety;
Driving on highways at night
The barely lit streets.
I swerve when I am sober.
I hardly notice the snow anymore.
Let’s make out and listen to Slow Dive
In your foggy looking dim-lit bedroomWhile the spring creeps nearer.
- Current Location:Leinenkugel
- Current Mood:vibrant
- Current Music:The Dears - 22: The death of all romance