Dr3amL@b goes to Paris! (and writes some poetry...)

paris was imperceptibly beautiful

like counting grains of sand on a beach

there were too many love laden cafe corners to reach 

every crossing led to six side streets 

sloping down a cobblestone hill could lead to an afternoon of cigarettes and perfume

stone towers and balconies of flowers

an old man leaning in the window like where did the time go

alone with his art

diving head first into a gelato cone and having ice cream up your nose

making sure you make out in an empty alley way at least once a day

then rendezvous back where you began and ask yourself was it even more beautiful the second time around

lola loulou louise lucille 

comparing and contrasting cappuccinos 

buy a suit that’s effortless and polished 

from a guy at the checkout counter with an aqua fishnet tank-top and a teal lightning bolt tattoo 

walking through the random doors of paris, you couldn’t tell if they hadn’t been opened in 100 years or if it could open any second 

as you’re standing in the middle of the store in a nighty

two dreamers sit outside the chapelle saint ursule

an old dog sniffs the fountain and says i’ll pass on the pigeon water

i'm thirsty but i'm not that thirsty