As many things as there exist
I've stupidly put off.
The night we met, the night we kissed
I got this wierd cough.
I waited long at doctor's lounge.
The news were "very bad".
I swiftly dropped on leather couch,
thought I was going mad.
And never seen your face will be
by me another time.
I've given all I could to thee,
including every rhyme.
As many things as there exist
I've stupidly put off.
I'm dying. So that is a gist
they'll put above my trough.
Procrastination
© Copyright: Артем Хабипов, 2015
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