I’m on my own wave
My mood is in grave
I lie on the table
When soul is empty – miserable
I’d like you to fill me
But you’re so tired of all my words
Darling, you need a cup of tea
When between us only three dots
On the way to be happy-free
I’m trying to find some slots
In that hard cover-tree
Under which is hidden my mood
When you’ve tried to help me
Cause I’m enough proud
Always will be nude honestly
Lie on the table
As the last lost miserable
Soul, so lonely
Making waves
In each your restful cups of tea
My mood graves
I m on my own wave
© Copyright: Ольга Нью, 2011
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