Your vivid image seems to fade —
Too many thoughts, too many cares
I hope it is not too late
For words I matured all these years
Keep in your mind what I say
Come, darling, to my little chamber
You hardly could forgive betray
I did it, but I still remember
That crazy time, it is so far
You played the unattractive role
A deep and very painful scar
Will never heal in bleeding soul
You think I’m going to complain?
Offensive thoughts. It doesn’t matter:
I’ve almost soothed the awful pain
One more effort…it’s getting better…
It s getting better
© Copyright: Raiks, 2004
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