Midnight

Here we go again.

Și mi-e dor de vremurile când puteam sa îmi expun sentimentele-n poeme..Ajungându-ma din urma, ale inimii blesteme. 

"Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
          Nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose;
          They were but sweet, but figures of delight
          Drawn after you, - you pattern of all those."

“I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows. But now the damned things have learned to swim.” ~Frida Kahlo~

The end.