Am I loving you out of boredom?
Or is that just one irrational joke,
Made of tears and sweet flowers, blossomed
Underneath your cigarette smoke?
Are your intentions just to play
A child's game,
Or you actually want to stay
And blame the same person
For whom you came?
And now I'm praying -
Even when there's no one I can pray to.
Slowly saying sorry and paying
For the dept that I've created.
And now I'm laying -
All alone, so dark and bad,
For making you believe that
I'm staying
After all of our midnight chat.
.
.
( Don't get me wrong, I loved our midnight chat, but it was more toxic than Chernobyl )
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Късно вечер | poetry
Puisi× Късно вечер по сърцето ти пари А душата ти прегаря. × Ainneverland © . Ако някой вече е чел "Защото небето е синьо" знае колко мрачна може да бъде поезията ми, но "Късно вечер" е една своеобразна почивка от мра...
