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*** 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

  • Author: Anny (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2022 16:41
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about what can a person’s mind make out of his life
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 16

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