It was my dream, I was naive
Imagining the nonexistent.
The sober day was yet to come -
And came, and hurt, and brought its sorrows.
The answer isn't for the weak,
One has to learn the useful lesson;
The price of knowing the truth
Is rather high: a couple of years.
I pay to know that he's hers,
To know the strength of his attachment,
To feel how useless is myself,
How weak was bond, how empty future.
Nay, he should stop me rather harsh -
Those years back, those tears ago.
It was my dream, I was naive
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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