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Dying story

2 min lectură·9 ianuarie 2009

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Something happened too late than it should have.

Maybe it’s fair, maybe it’s just as it should be.

Someone’s making a move, but I don’t wanna see,

I don’t wanna hear, nor think nor shorten the distance.

I’ll keep them away cause it hurts too much

And the more I break the more I feel the rust.

A beautiful rose turned lifelessly black,

From time to time it would arise…

But not from now on and I swear,

Cross my heart and hope to die

If I ever wear that smile again;

The one that always fades away.

I swear now and again and again!

I’m falling and I’m falling badly.

I’ll either turn to dust or become its queen,

A frozen stone in a broken world

Where no one gives you the right to be,

The right to feel or touch or smile.

It hurts to breathe, wounds don’t heal,

A child is aching, this story seems too unreal.

I am not insane, I wish I were,

But I think that someone’s playing a game,

I’m the main character,

I was changed,

I was given trials and I have failed.

The performer got bored of its game

And left me thirsty for days in a row…

The heart degrading, head in the clouds

And I’m left alone in this unfinished project

That dares to let me die.

Friday, January 09, 2009

21:17:23

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Muresan Laura. “Dying story.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/muresan-laura/poezie/1817548/dying-story

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