*** I woke up at 3
It was as dark as if my eyes have never been opened
I poured myself coffee
My hands were shivering
From rm this stubborn february cold.
I have cobain poster in my room
That makes me feel a little more sad and little more cool
Extinct cigarettes on the table
That still remind me of how ur lips taste Bittersweet
Maybe I’m just same habit
U try to quit
But then realise
U’ve went too far
U were that one
Who made me smile when I looked at my phone
It’s so fucked up -
Being a teen, what’s more - in love
Even if you don’t take drugs
You know
When god created man He found his creation good
Did he change his opinion
He probably should
I woke at 3
That’s only me
And the February cold
Stuck just like me
Between winter and spring
But neither of it at all
With no way back
And no steps forward
Gods best joke
And man worst sorrow