mistiq
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31.12.2009. - 02:11:46
Atvainojos ka ne dzimtajā, bet nu kāda mūza nāk, tādā arī rakstu:
Slow morning
With a hang-over from hell
And my heart in an empty shell
The clock gave up on me
Indifferent dishonesty
My bare feet touch the stone-cold floor
A heavy head and empty shell
My vision’s blurred and I can’t tell
What time of day, it’s all just gray
I pick my phone up, send a text
A short and simple frank request
There’s no reply, but fair is fair
I knew the rules when joined this game
And after all - it’s all the same
I make myself some bitter tea
Crawl back in bed and just pretend
That this day hasn’t started yet...
["Pure morning" - MistiQ]