Killing the Love,
Making several
Questions,
Like
“Why do we live?”
Or “How long shall we suffer?”.
As everyone else
Crushing soul,
Freezing passion,
I just realize,
That nothing is special.
I forgot your perfume.
I don’t think of your hair.
Now you’re not my
Angel,
Now you’re not my
Devil.
But I can’t push away
Those eyes,
Pretty tears.
And I will always hear
Your voice
In my ears…
…Years will pass,
Minds will change with ages.
I’ll be another man,
There won’t be any place for
Child
Impression.
But one day
I’ll see you
Hand-by-hand
With your friend.
And I’ll say “hello”.
And that will be the end.
Killing the Love
© Copyright: И.И.А., 2005
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