I hate my beloved home without you.
If those seven days were a lifetime, my life would have been complete with you.
The every new seven days without are meaningless,
everything I do without you is meaningless, so I stop doing them.
I stop living those new seven days without you.
There is no meaning in spending a lifetime alone.
5 comments:
Volim te ba.
nice poem..)))
is this a poem of the 'week'? or the 'week-end'?
:)
guys, guys, guys, it wasn´t meant as a poem. :)
but anyways thanks, and if you'll now call it a poem, it's a poem of this time, this paradigm right now.
Congrat..you are a then natural born one..))
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