Without you
my life is not a journey,
but a lonely sleepover
in a zero star hotel,
with no heater and no hot water.
Dark room with a single bed,
where window with no view,
small table and one chair.
A wreck of the ship,
stuck on the shallow water.
A heart in decay.
Without you
my life is not a journey,
but helpless crawling
from A to
A.
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Author:
Peter Balkus (
Offline) - Published: September 17th, 2017 16:40
- Category: Love
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