Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
The way you respond to my messages,
I think it's better to send me a letter.
It takes less until your indifference reaches
The end of my patience.
In this chaotic way in which you write to me,
I don't understand anything anymore.
We talk about several topics at the same time,
And it doesn't make sense to me.
Somehow, I resigned myself,
That for "the love of my life" - I am nothing.
I feel no cold, no hunger, no thirst,
Only tears in my eyes, over my frantic laughter.
It may rain, it may be sunny,
It doesn't matter,
Because for "the love of my life" - I am nothing...