I need to write a dot, not a comma,
To our book, in which I've never been beloved,
But was a memory, a temporary guest,
With little space you gave me in your chest.
Your life goals are only hedonistic,
What made me feel not quite optimistic.
Cannot be a sailor, cannot leave the shore:
You, on my life-boat to face a storm.
My absence won't be hard, won't be a test,
As a new toy will appear on your desk.
This for you, is enough for my replacement,
Since I had zero chance to become your heart’s rudiment!
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 5:48 PM UTC
I need to write a dot, not a comma,
To our book, in which I've never been beloved,
But was a memory, a temporary guest,
With little space you gave me in your chest.
Your life goals are only hedonistic,
What made me feel not quite optimistic.
Cannot be a sailor, cannot leave the shore:
You, on my life-boat to face a storm.
My absence won't be hard, won't be a test,
As a new toy will appear on your desk.
This for you, is enough for my replacement,
Since I had zero chance to become your heart’s rudiment!