неделя, 29 юли 2012 г.

Four years of solitude
against nine fading months of love.

I'm growing old.

Soon I'll be so much older than you
it'll be a sin - 
why aren't you aging
like the memory of you?

No, it doesn't get better with time,
time only serves
wine, cheese and the museums right.

We don't need time,
we just need a break from life
and you got yours,
why can't I get mine?

Wait, I'm getting it -
four years...
I'm off from life -
should I wait some more?

Till it becomes illegal...

Four years...
The mantra of the mortal gods.

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