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Category : Poems

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I am getting old, very old, older. 
 The coffee cup broke,
 The chair broke, 
The tear extinguished the candle. 

 Whoever came into my life 
Left on the first train. 
Whoever wanted to stay more, 
Wanted to change my way.

  It's not a hotel,
 I barely have a place to sleep.
I can't promise comfort,
 It will be uncomfortable 
To have someone close.

I look at myself like a stranger,
 The things I didn't do on time
  Don't have time for me anymore.

Comments

  • Feb 15, 2023

  • i rlly like this

    Feb 16, 2023

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