She was sitting inthe back of the Caf'e
A cigarette, in her left hand, fading away.
She wasn't even smoking. She smokes with her right hand,
Which was holding a pen
She seemed to be as fragile as a bird
Focused and concentrating on every word
She had some strength, I assumed from the past.
She's done at last
Laid back, laid back
Leaned on the back of her chair
Smiled to herself
Didn't notice how I stare
She was beautiful, I don't know how
Twiggy and burned out, but just right now
She was so happy with what she wrote
her beauty tied my throat
Laid back, laid back
Leaned on the back of her chair
Smiled to herself
Didn't notice how I stare
Politely called the waitress for the bill
Present seemed to be standing still
I knew she was about to leave this dark caf'e
I saw her pay
She went away |
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.