2 years
It was Tuesday

for moments I can’t forgive myself,

why I let you go?



and now when we talk I have

to cover myself with ice

I am afraid

your heart got warm

you say things

and I see myself standing



perplexed

perplexed

perplexed



in the sharp border

of a black precipice



is It happiness or sadness

do I care or I don’t give a fuck