I was sick of your love
I was tired of your care
And I flied like a dove
Having broken the fear
Please don't blame me, I pray
I just want to be free
All the same the life is grey
When you aren't here with me
I don't know what I want
I can't get what you mean
You're just silent, and wont
Passing by near me
Why can't we be the friends?
Why we've not stayed in touch?
I don't really intend
To have relations as such
Between us there's a wall
From the people's strange fears
We can break it and the hole
Between us will disappear
It is good, it is well
Being friends, being us
And we shouldn't fear the hell
That is waiting for us
7 April 2005
Shall we be friends?
© Copyright: Ольга Влади, 2005
Свидетельство о публикации №105063000738
Свидетельство о публикации №105063000738
Рецензии
если остывшая любовь перерастает не в ненависть, а в дружбу - что может быть прекраснее?
Амелькин Александр Анатольевич 30.06.2005 11:59 • Заявить о нарушении
Амелькин Александр Анатольевич 30.06.2005 11:59 • Заявить о нарушении