A Waltz For Zizi Poems

It has become boring, to live,
I wonder if death, is also boring.
Perhaps I should try, killing myself
like a japanese warrior.
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motto:
'Don't be human, they are too cruel for their hearts.'

To thank my haters, and the girlfriend that left me
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You've shown me just how physically love can be,
and how lustfully a kiss should be.
Since then I have lost it all.
I lost my mind inside your heart,
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Am asteptat destul, sa te intorci.
E timpul, poate, sa merg si eu mai departe,
si sa pun mana pe visele ce le visez
in lipsa ta,
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I am
no longer in need of madness,
of you.
I know now, I will never fly
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They look at you and see
great fires, your dreams.
And it scares them. They are
ordinary. All of them.
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He always thought of making a horse
out of something else than wood
a horse that would speak his words
and act as himself, a proper horse
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I still linger here
between you and the paper
planing to give you
life.
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Your letters change so little.
I hoped that if you know me
who I was and what I'm planing with my life
soon they would stop arriving at my door.
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