My autumn smells like cemetery.
It's free and dead if necesery.
I'm breathing in dust of hopes.
I'm leaving there my faults.
She's just a grieving mother
She's not your kind of lover.
My autumn fades out slowly
makes me sick and keeps going.
My autumn's weak like sticky child
It tries to blow my mind with lies.
She's just a grieving mother
She's not your kind of lover
My autumn's grey like graveyard
Indifference that warms my heart.
It's dull and moody just like me.
Its suffocation makes me breathe.
She's just a grieving mother
She's not your kind of lover
My autumn
© Copyright: Катарина Типер, 2016
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