Leak
Are you there, by the table
In your living room?
What a pity I’m unable
To see through the gloom
Winds are blowing, leaves are dancing
The trees are standing bare
All my emails are unanswered
Like you didn't care
To reply me, cause you don’t know
What about to write
I’m not welcomed, off I go
Into the cold of night
Silence is a strong reply
And you use its power
Probably to show that I’m
Not your garden flower
You are silent, and I’m speaking
For us both again
Like a water I keep leaking
Spilling down my pain.
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