Endless Nameless: Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the…
κι εμενα τωρα ρε μαλακα ποιος θα με παιρνει αγκαλια?
— (via maramoi)


