My empty eyes see rubbish everywhere,
It s like clean glass marked by dirty hands
My empty heart looks like an ash-tray
Which kept the million smoked cigarettes
There is cold fingers and cold breath
I see my lover at the mirror
Without face
Without feelings
So I can`t kiss him
And i feel sick
When empty eyes see rubbish everywhere
Cold fingers hold some dirty hands
autumn 2009
empty
© Copyright: Джерелиевская, 2009
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