Bum me a cigarette; buy me a beer.
Till I''m happy to be here.
(... Am i just a spark?)
Be like the flower
Who even gives its fragrance
To the hand that crushes it.
I can't laugh too hard, I'm on a diet.
(oh it's a riot)
I want back the years
that you took when I was young...
I was young...
I was young, but it stung.
(oh, take it all away)
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
For nothing gold can stay.
I left you because I knew I could never change you. You would stand in the room so still sometimes, as if the greatest betrayal of yourself would be to reveal one more inch of your character.
Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient (via larmoyante) —