Don't wait for me tomorrow -
Believe, I won't come.
I'll simply share my sorrows
With wine until I'm numb.
Don't think I will be staying
With you. My heart's too sore.
I thought good-byes were painful;
Rejections hurt much more.
I do not need your pity!
...I need another glass...
That storry wasn't written
(Or not about us).
My spirit - torn and bare -
Is struggling to be free.
I know, you don't care
But... What about me?
F.. k you and your means!
© Copyright: Марина Смерека, 2005
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