Dead dreams
Drinking a beer in my room,
Painting the walls in dead dreams;
Listening to what you never said to me,
You only told to your friends
What you really thought about me.
I drown my dreams in alcohol,
As I drown my bitter tears in:
:"I will call you later..."
Even the sky is covered with gray fog,
Even the stars began to bleed for my pain.
© roxana
Painting the walls in dead dreams;
Listening to what you never said to me,
You only told to your friends
What you really thought about me.
I drown my dreams in alcohol,
As I drown my bitter tears in:
:"I will call you later..."
Even the sky is covered with gray fog,
Even the stars began to bleed for my pain.
© roxana