You touch her tender
In shower & on the floor,
You need no other
But she goes out & lets you go.
Imagine her face lines,
You see it over & over again,
& better don’t deny –
It’ll never be the same & I
Keep walking beside you
Or maybe someone in my shoes,
Keep asking: “Oh, why
I’m not the only one to cry?”
& dying so empty
In your hands as I feel alone,
My brother betrays me –
I do the same forever more.
You’re lying with new one,
You’re laughing at the same old jokes
& feeling the sky
Blue as it’ve always been before.
Torture cell
© Copyright: Джулай Бэккит, 2009
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