You never call me on the phone,
You always make me feel alone.
I even doubt that you love,
That your heart trembles like a dove.
D’you make a feint of loving me?
Maybe I’m not your destiny?
Oh Dear! We must interact,
You are to lead me and protect.
Without you I’m almost lost,
Without you my heart feels frost.
Without you my soul’s messed-up
And the reality’s so sharp…
I’d like to live in love and peace,
I want you to embrace and kiss.
I want you t’make me pretty nice,
I praise for happiness to the skies.
Your attitude needs treatment now…
I’ve got two questions: WHEN and HOW?!
You never call me on the phone
© Copyright: Юлия Пименова, 2006
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