With every repeat
My rhyme loses soul
Woe, irony
Laugh, agony
I played, became tired
and burdened as well
So childishly
low quality
Inject back you sting
There's nowhere to hide
I won't, my word
it's promise here...
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=515349
Рубрика: Філософська лірика
дата надходження 03.08.2014
автор: Jonny Evilko