| Of coffees and theft Wiersz Adrian Olejniczak |
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we used to drink coffees that we stole
from the people on the streets
(they paid not enough attention)
and share them on the corners
you used to take away cigarettes
from their pockets
and as we laughed the ash would fall
under my skin there could be found a way out
but I never told you and to think I did
I never wanted you gone
coming to visit your parents
you speak with such words I fall into pieces
but still you cannot know the truth!
if I had been an answer
I would have told you all about it
(isn't it you who reads me like a book)
then across my heart come burns:
these are the suns that shine someplace you can never imagine
don't open me up
like a bottle of wine
that you'll drink later in the evening
to discard the day it was
I am yours
please don't break me apart
looking for a better shot
as I make the worst of your life
and please don't contact with the stars
they burn even more and so I burn
and so I hurt and so I die
I'll steal a coffee for you this time.
