It stands to reason,
That there must be
Last tomatoes of the season.
But I love them so much,
I can't bear seeing them go like this.

It's terrible,
Nobody did anything in 2020,
We were only afraid, annoyed or discussing 2020.

It's terrible,
And I can do nothing.

"Story of my life", any volume, any page.

It's the best of all the parallel Universes,
That we know of,
And by we I mean all of me.

It's time to fall in love,
It's time to see an ocean.

it's too dark to be cozy
and not enough to be scary.

It's too strange a time
To be mine,
But it is.

It's touching,
Don't touch it.

It's understood,
It's not accepted,
It's shudderedly understood.

It's written,
It's been many times read,
It's still sad,
It's rewritten, it's better,
I think I will stop before going mad.

It takes a village to raise a kid,
It takes a country to raise an idiot.

It took me a long time
To understand
That the life is short.

It took me an eternity,
To love every second.

It was a good thinking,
Despite a bad feeling
And catastrophic result.

It was a long farewell,
Ah, well,
At least, they are gone forever.

It was an early morning. A fitful rain was slightly going up...
- Wait, wait! A rain can't go up, it can only be falling down!
- ... Ok, you stickler. It was an early morning. A fitful rain of rather traditional orientation was also there.

It was a nightmare,
It still is a nightmare,
Even when I am not asleep.

It was a period of time,
Or rather a period of me,
It was something, that first ended,
And then began,
And timidly asked for the directions.

It was a serious joke,
We cried, even,
Before understanding the meaning,
Sometimes after we left.

It was a very busy day,
It went away,
You better stay.

It was boring, at times it was tough,
But you helped me with my stuff,
And I thank you.

It was brought to my attention
And left laying there,
Wondering why it's happening.

It was said,
That it will be told,
But they wouldn't listen.

It was too soon,
And then it was too late,
I wonder, why this **** is called fate.

It was very in,
Then totally out,
Nobody knew, what was it about.

It was very tough,
But I made me laugh,
And it's really quite enough.

It was weird,
Then it became strange,
And now it's in the news just before weather.

It will be your choice or fate:
You will see,
You will feel,
You will hate.

It will get better,
There will be life
After this November.

It will rain all the day,
And I'll come to you,
After it has rained.

it will rain, and you will understand
that the life is more
that just a current trend.

It would be good,
It would be very good
To have both love and food.

It would be good,
It would be very good,
To be at peace,
To have some ***,
And then some food.

It would be nice
To live in paradise,
But, well,
Let's try out hell.

I understand that leaves will fall,
And nothing will be there for a moment,
Or so I'm told.

I've always loved you,
I love you,
I will never stop to love you,
Can I go now back to Netflix?

I've been around,
Oh hell, I've been around,
It's just I've never got in.

I've got a blend of emotions in my chest, mixed with a blend of thoughts in my head. In short, don't expect me to make any sense.

I've got a nice collection of knives in my back,
Sometimes they are moving
And joyfully hurting.

I've had enough
Of too much.

I've seen better,
I've seen you.

I've seen times,
I've met eternities,
I know my space.

I walked through a desert,
Until I got tired,
And now the desert is walking through me.

I want to get high and dance between the raindrops.

I want to be happy,
But could settle for being quietly amused, too.

I wanted to **** myself, but by mistake took a bottle of probiotics.
Now my suicide is hampered by an extremely good digestion.

I wanted to tell you "that's it",
But you weren't available,
So, no "that's it ".

I want to be this thing
And you want to have this thing,
How could we not be together?
And forget about this thing.

I want to be with you,
Not because I worth it,
But because of the emptiness
Around you.

I want to be with you,
Being me,
And you being happy.