Don't you feel, I love you,
Like God loves his slaves?
Don't you see, I avoid you,
Like angels avoid the graves?
I've lost my tears and alive beauty
But love of yours is not for me.
You're killing me so gently and so cruelly,
That I want to die and not to be.
I hide my weeping, laughing at myself.
I become crazy like a stupid rat.
You put a knife into my brest but save,
You save my life and minds in head.
I've got mind to quit this earthy hell,
I want to be yours instead of her...
But so to wish is not so well,
'Cause my pain is far from yours...
Don t you see?
© Copyright: Ольга Шелепова, 2009
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