,,Shouldn't you came at 8 pm?"
At ten, you still haven't come yet.
At eleven i was going to sleep,
when i hear some noise from the outside.
Yea.. he's finally back.
You knock on the door,
because you can't open it.
I'm coming to save you,
but my heart won't,
for you it's better to sleep here,
than on the street floor.
He lost words when i'm asking where were you,
hah what a surprise, luckily he can't lie when he's drunk because of his eyes.
so...
I know the truth only when you're drunk,
because your drunk words are your sober thoughts.
Don't know what is for you better,
hope you someday find this letter
and you will know what was real
and what was fake dream coming from your head.
Carolina
YOU ARE READING
Naivná.
Poetry!dokončené! 🥇#basen 12.3. 2o23 Nikto o tomto nevie. Je to naše malé tajomstvo plné emócií lásky, hnevu, šťastia, nehy.. každý si tu nájde to niečo svoje. 2o básní z 2o básní hotové! <3 !UPOZORNENIE! Niektoré básne nie sú vhodné pre mladších číta...
