No time to sit down
No time to be in love
No love to be in,
but the quietude of solitude
There’s a hint of death in being alone
A tap-tapping,
like a cat does with its eyes when it’s waiting for the food.
No time to sit down
No time to be in love
No love to be in,
but the quietude of solitude
There’s a hint of death in being alone
A tap-tapping,
like a cat does with its eyes when it’s waiting for the food.