Created by the strike of light creeping in from the blinds
Its you who keeps me profusely smoking in the peek of night
I thought I couldn't stand up to you
You told me I couldn't
I lost balance a bit fast
This headache is waning me
I feel the tension settled in all the emotional parts of my body
It feels good to need your light less today than I did when I had it yesterday...
The pigeons groan outside my window...
Its not yet gone I only forgot a little since my mind lost
I'm not hurt because of you I'm annoyed because you think you're relevant to make an exit
To sink the sun
Taste and let go of me I walk around blind sucking on a sour hard candy anyways
I'm as lonely as I've always been With or without the attention
The sun sets
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