Without hope to last 21. 07. 2017

I wonder still sometimes
About you. About us.
There are no proper rhymes
To give a hint. Alas!

There are no proper words
To tell you all the truth.
We live in different worlds,
And there is no excuse.

I wonder still. I do.
What if...? How would...?
These fantasies aren't true...
And status quo is crude.

There are no proper times.
For time is running fast!
These are just empty line
Without hope to last...

01:19. 21.07.2017


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