A function of time.
When time comes
It will be crossed...
It's a bullshit haiku
Of more than 3 lines
About trendlines
And who gives a fuck if it rhymes.
A function of time.
When time comes
It will be crossed...
It's a bullshit haiku
Of more than 3 lines
About trendlines
And who gives a fuck if it rhymes.
A function of time.
When time comes
It will be crossed...
It's a bullshit haiku
Of more than 3 lines
About trandlines
And who gives a fuck if it rhymes.
If I wanted perfection I would leave you unsaid,
But I'm greedy and wanted to speak.
So the least I could do was to leave you unfinished
I didn't ask for a poem from you,
I didn't ask for a memory of sparks.
But you gave therm to me anyway.
Ever since I told you to me
I've been loving you.
It's how I chose you for me.
Even if you don't know it, you are doing it for me:
Random light, somewhere storm...
Some time sea.
I needed that: to let him go,
To make some room for me instead.
So that was worth you - no regret.
Like a falling leaf... gentle
Like a river breeze... quiet
Barely there. But you are