(No) Waiting. Man, its not my Will.
Its not my language, not my skill.
Im forced to chain my thoughts in these
Alien sentences... To please,
To think, to Love
And being greate-
Full. Changing life...my feelings made
For one , who brough ex`istance,
who would ever
Think. And being fuckin clever
So enough...
Who is so blessed
By choosing this,
who is obsessed
By passion, beauty and posess..ing.
Not losing "rests" for only main thing...
Your loneliness and pure lust
In change for truth, desire, trust.
Destroy it all and be urself.
Not grown enough to reach that shelf.
17.09.2018
Wistfulness
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