Category : Poems

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I'm sure I got to you late.  
Your heart is damaged.
I'm tired of knocking 
On closed lips and unloving dreams.

  My heart is blind.
Making new plans about you,
 Does not help my life,
 Because the gray clouds are spinning
 And I feel like a drunk, yellow leaf, 
Already killed by the hard times of spring.

 I'm sure you'll forget my name until tomorrow,
 I'm sure I'll call your name tonight.  
I sit in the cold room,
 You are already sleeping next to him,
 Taking all the warmth from him
 Inside your soft kisses.
My heart freezes my feelings, 
My thoughts keep me awake.