I'm trying to find in my body a thing,
Which does not quite belong to me,
Should I go back to school, study anatomy,
To find out what hurts my heart with a sting?
I don't know if it's visible really,
Or touchable, sensible, if it exists.
Just forget it, I'm standing and holding my fists.
My blood is flowing, I'm still young and willing.
Just forget it, I know that my rhymes are a mess
I just feel a bit strange and weird today,
I know that I must go and that's why I will stay,
And some poetry gives my mind just the right stress.
wait a second, I promise, I will end this soon,
Just a sentence to go, one more verse, one last phrase,
Well, it seems my life's turning in its new phase,
Hope God makes it a good one... I glance at the moon...
2005
Just forget it
© Copyright: Тунгусбек Вададаев, 2006
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