Urban mixture

Like always

My only worry is that

I might not stop at the right time.

Gasping and bleeding alone,

With nobody than him beside me.

Feeling time pressing my shoulders

And tear drops like boulders.

However, looking at you now

Might make you feel important somehow.

But, in fact you’re not

You’re just trying to erase all the memories you’ve got

From my dark moments

Seeking somebody to help me overcome my emotions.

Going to prove you wrong,

Going to stay strong.

NU

imi simt lacrimile curgand pe obraji.
imi simt inima goala.
ma simt goala.
simt frig.
mainile imi sunt reci.
asa nu imi pasa.
sunt singura.
din nou.
in acelasi pat,
sub aceeasi plapuma.
vreau sa nu mai plang singura.
vreau sa nu mai adorm plangand.
vreau sa fiu fericita.
vreau sa nu mai vreau nimic.
vreau sa ma multumesc cu ce am.
ce naiba caut?
CEEEEEE? ce-mi lipseste?
de ce ma simt asa acum?
vreau sa fiu tinuta in brate si sa plang pe umarul cuiva.
dar stiu ca niciodata nu pot avea lucrurile pe care mi le doresc in momentul in care mi le doresc.
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obrajii imi ard
privirea mi-e incetosata
gatul mi-e umed
aaaah, cat mi-e de cunoscut totul.
dar nu!
am promis ca nu!