You're gone. Unreal emptiness inside
provokes unrealistic pain.
It hurts to take your name in vain.
It feels that Time can never ever glide.
You're gone. You've left me out of your life,
I feel excluded. Painful, sorrow.
The promises you'd made seem hollow.
Hopelessly, I count: one, two.. five..
How many phrazes emphasized
the end was somehow drawing near!
(I never maximized and I'm paying double)
I'd never ever drive myself away, my dear..
But all I'm left with is a rubber
- and I'm erasing you.
6.11.05
Erasing
© Copyright: Пингвинка Пеппи, 2005
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