Another coffee ... 
Last one togheter.
I avoid her eyes
While the smoke rises
From my cigarette.
The ashtray is full ...
A sign that it's time
For me to go -
Alone ...
I take my raincoat and hat.
It's raining outside ...
And now I leave without a word
Even though much should have been told.
Last one togheter.
I avoid her eyes
While the smoke rises
From my cigarette.
The ashtray is full ...
A sign that it's time
For me to go -
Alone ...
I take my raincoat and hat.
It's raining outside ...
And now I leave without a word
Even though much should have been told.
2 comentarii:
..poezia e trista..sa stai langa persoana iubita fara sa poti face sau spune ceva..:)..i guess it hurts..
Excellent : )
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