It seems, that life is crossing lines.
No way of turning back.
You see my face, I see your lies.
Why should I go aback?
I feel your stress, but stay away.
Don’t touch me with your word.
Why should I go? I better stay
Within my life accord.
Your chance was smashed. A great collapse.
Just stand and hold your thoughts.
You love me? Still? All right. Perhaps.
But don’t ruin my plots.
It seems, that life is crossing lines...
© Copyright: Николаева Анна Валентиновна, 2009
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