Somehow I know I’m not sleeping
Cruel reality has beaten
Fragile and weak dreams.
You were paying no attention
To what is deep and patient
Hidden in astray.
And I guess that you don’t care.
Everyone is looking forward
To achieving something golden
Lying in your heart.
I was trying just to help you
But you had played unsafely
Whispering in mind.
And you seemed innocently blamed.
I was eager to persuade you
To leave behind the value
Of lies leading inside.
You have killed me and it’s over
I revealed that you’d never shown me
When you didn’t expect.
And you’ll commit a suicide…
Blamed
© Copyright: Ольга Коновалова, 2006
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