There is something I want to tell
That love in me who yell
Kill’s feelings and it self
Kill’s my opinion and kill’s my dreams
And kill’s those precious memories
How we met and who we was
How we loved and what it was
What we can do, who knows?
You don’t? But who?
Not me of course
You need to know, I don’t
You know?
Then tell me why?
For what we met?
Do we forget?
To know our love
And feel some cold
When your not there
To hold my hand
And taste my lips
And fell the beating of my heart
And know how much you mean to me….
Love...
© Copyright: Анна Журавкова, 2009
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