Sleepless nights,
I won't return.
Expensive flights,
I'm on my own.
Away from house.
Rainy day.
I feel like mouse.
Shall I stay?
My heart is aching,
That's alright.
Somebody faking.
Mirror fight.
I've broke myself,
I've cut my lip.
I need some help,
I want to sleep.
04.06.19 ©Стася
(Максим Стаськів)
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=838526
Рубрика: Лирика
дата надходження 12.06.2019
автор: Моряк