i wait
while we’re alive, will she ever be my wife?
i’m so damn confused, tired, wasted, still stoned.
i can’t believe i’ll spend this birthday alone.
where do i go to release all this pain?
i fell in love with a september rain,
for it feels my despair; we communicate.
looking out the window of my room, i wait.
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Luka.
Hey @lukakobra great poetry keep it up bro and entertain us by giving such information about poetrys
Nice poem, Excellent concept and great image. I really love it. Keep it up.