Bitter smell of coffee
And cigarettes’ smoke.
I know you're gonna say it -
Again your answer 'no'.
Again i will be lonely
And sink in sea of tears
But grow down in your eyes
Is one of main fears.
Then it will be again repeated:
We're kinda together...
But nothing is again completed,
I know the answers that you gather.
Is it a love or simple habit?
Or maybe it is to be stopped?
I'm feeling myself like a baby
To your hands dropped.
I'm fed up with misfortune,
At least i wanna manage once
To have my wish come life -
I wanna get my chance!
ХХ.07.02
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