Chameleon
Every day he plays a game.
Many personalities
At one time in body lives.
In a mirror he sees trace,
And he self don’t know his face.
Changes the mask from time to time,
One of them was mask of mime.
Views on things are alternate,
Day to day he has new rate.
Likes the order on a table,
But inside him – mess and fable.
He has never had good friends,
As he self can't be a friend.
No one knows him, what he is.
Soul is locked, no one has keys.
He was alien for himself,
And no person quite can help.
He began to be confused,
Then his craze has broken loose.
So he hates himself inside,
Since deserves the hate from side.
His close friends all have been gone,
He was doomed to be alone…
14.12.07
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I think, it's can be a very good song! ^_^
P.S. Музыка и правда бы очень хорошо легла на эти стихи.
Анастасия Бондаренко 03.03.2008 14:04 Заявить о нарушении
Скажу по секрету, что у меня по английскому тройка по экзамену...
Спасибо за рецку, зайду в гости еще.
Денис Краев 03.03.2008 14:43 Заявить о нарушении
Тройка это несмертельно)) Хотя никогда бы не сказала...)))
Обязательно зайду еще)
С наилучшими пожеланиями,
Анастасия Бондаренко 03.03.2008 20:44 Заявить о нарушении