- چهارشنبه ۱۸ ارديبهشت ۰۴
- ۲۳:۰۴
For you I miss my trains
I forget to text my friends
For you I burn my lunch
I say I love you on a hunch
For you I let my tea go cold
I stare at an empty whiteboard
For you I don't call my dad
Scared he'll know I got it bad
For you I don't get out of bed
Hit myself right in the head
For you I pay for stupid things
That you'll never want or never need
I know you didn't ask for this
To be a bruising never-kiss
To be my growing ache in chest
And my dark frozen eyes with tears
I know it was never meant to be
A cruel weakness in the knee
But I hoped you would want to make
Just one hopeful mistake for me
- دست به قلم
- ۷۳