wtorek, 11 grudnia 2012

work








work work work

do not care about their man

because of them I do not eat

because of them I can't sleep

and the life is passing by



my eyes are getting strained

my nerves driving me to the down

my lips forgot how it is to smile

precious moments are bilcking



how come I've stopped to like it

I used to be so excited

now I am only tired

I watch the sky thragh dirty panes

of my workplace

 -Piernikowatej :)