My green tea’s getting colder
Day after day we’re older
I know you hate this tea
And… what about me?
You left and closed the door
So silently, what for?
Without a single phrase
I looked back just in case..
Waiting without a meaning
Seeing no point of living
Hearing how you laugh
But… that’s not enough
Once had a high hope
Now it’s hanging on a rope
I also strangled dreams
No mercy and no tears
But look I still can breath
Now that’s a relief
Continue having fun
You’re still number one
Day after day we’re older
I know you hate this tea
And… what about me?
You left and closed the door
So silently, what for?
Without a single phrase
I looked back just in case..
Waiting without a meaning
Seeing no point of living
Hearing how you laugh
But… that’s not enough
Once had a high hope
Now it’s hanging on a rope
I also strangled dreams
No mercy and no tears
But look I still can breath
Now that’s a relief
Continue having fun
You’re still number one
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2 comments:
Sorry for being sucha Dostoyevski on ur diary ;DD~ but this is my fav poem (of ur work that i stumbled into)
I just love the words:
'Once had a high hope
Now it's hanging on a rope'
These words r just talking to me, u know... This poem is speaking my language if ya know what i mean lol
Really, in my opinion its infuckingcredible & amazing. Love it. Ur talented ;)
Love ya loads ;**~ (u know it)
Naaah... Dostoyevskis r always welcome here ;DD~
And u must be kidding bout my talent lol, that's just a hobby u know.
Anyway ur sweet... thank u sooo much for ya support ;**~
btw this poem came to my mind while i was going upstairs with a cup of tea one night ;D
But that's ql, i've got guests (victims) at last :)~
Luv ya ;]**
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