in so many days nothing happens
each one matters more than the one before
they say time lasts more when you wait
even longer when there's nothing to wait for
i'm tired of pain having the shape of an empty room
what's the use for mornings anymore?
mornings, daylight, double bed.. all too much for one
Cristina Geanta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-more-10/
