Category : Poems

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I still have days to live 
In the same bed and room. 
 I still have love to share with the one
 Who doesn't care...
 If I'm still there.  

They say that I create my bad moods
 By letting my thoughts come out, 
But sometimes even the sky feels the need to cry
 By letting the rain come out of the clouds
 To make the ground wet.

I still have days to live 
In the same bed and room.
They say that I create my bad moods
 By letting my thoughts come out
 Through my mouth.