O
Written by Katia Kash on Friday the 1st of March 2013
i figured you out -
you are the pain in my lungs,
the string of events
that brought me here;
you are the stone
on which someone has written
"prepare to meet godâ€
tell me
how are you going
to spend your life?
i am leaving in less than 3 weeks
my eyes want to see
the room where you'll be
waiting for my letters
squeeze in between taxis
and people with paper cups
hurry up
catch the last moment
hold me
see
i am still asking for the same
old things
such a sucker for your arms
i
am