Cristina Geanta

Rookie (19 04 1984 / Romania)

Sad


sad for all the time my embrace was empty of you
sad for being stubborn to be sad
sad for touching objects baring your presence
sad for not touching you...

sad for re adi ng your name everywhere i turn
sad for all the blue jackets other men should not have worn
sad for all my weak spots left to be weak
sad to open my eyes in the morning

sad for a cruel truth not even dreams can survive
sad without dreaming
sad of nothing to hope for
sad for still seing beautiful things worth for you to know

sad...
just what she is not

Submitted: Friday, March 30, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, February 09, 2011

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