It’s like an hour since you left
I still have smell of yours in my hands
I just wanna say, I feel no sorry,
Forget me, sweet, and please don’t worry,
I’ve been there couple o’ times, you know,
It even has become a habit
To rearrange myself in thoughts
To hesitate like hunt on rabbit
It is like war between the hearts.
It’s eating me like worm, but beat it,
I find my help in cigarettes,
They’ll kill me soon, but you don’t bother
You take too much, just like my mother,
You both have almost equal problems
And as you see – I just don’t care…
I dreamed to live my very life,
To have with my things to beware,
My style, my shape, my taste, my freedom,
My guts, my vision
My religion.
Wish you live long, correct and independent
My road will cross your way once more,
And then we’ll see which was the Door
I loved you, but you got offended.
an hour since you left
© Copyright: Антон Поспелов, 2004
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