4 a.m sitting on the cosy bench listening to the saddest song
just don't know where she belongs
the night is incredibly slow and long
slower and longer than the dark despair being born
talking to herself and feeling old
sad tunes,dark poems
that's what she's got for a momment
what's she has they called depressing
depressing face,depressing eyes,depressing lady
but what's she's got,exactly,in her hand
is merely embarrassment.
talking to the dark
she's aware of the loneliness
that is her long lost friend
the merry life has come to an ends.
4a.m
hoài thu.
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