Rose windows and temple's dome on the desk
I'm eating these tasteless sponges again
And the world decided to shut it's mouth
So did my mind
Not the burden in my chest
And a million naive tries
Going around my head
What I thought could save me from my fate
I'm afraid it's too late
Yes, it's 1AM and nativity in my brain
Each step takes forever but the time said it won't wait
YOU ARE READING
Random thoughts pretending to be poems
PoetryPoems written in post-covid era, when my writing style had suddenly changed a lot, significantly affected and inspired by Lana Del Rey's Violet book and her post-NFR albums and by other circumstances still unknown to me.
