I must say I'm bitter,
from all that happened I can't help but wither.
Why are you still on my mind?
I don't want to think about you, yet theres no reason to find.
1 out of 8 billion, you still manage to cross me,
Why can't you let me free?
Tell me what you want,
still, you shouldn't skip the line, cause I can't.
It doesn't matter how much I hate you,
it's you who I need to go through.
Chew me out and spit me out like gum,
it's you who gets unearned income.
I'm tired I just wanna sleep,
it's you, who in my dreams, I meet.
I lie in my bad thinking how I'm going to survive another year,
it's you, who I lost, I fear.
09.01.2019
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Short Poems
Poetry„If we weren't drunk that day, would you put everything on replay?"
