Pushing everyone away,
Knowing what I do and why,
It's an old archaic vice
Of the girl that cannot stay.
Drifting in the midst of drafts,
Watching the abyss below,
I can only be in love
With the absent and unknown.
I compose a silver throne
That's akin to someone's grave,
And again remain alone,
Pushing everyone away.
Pushing everyone away
© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2010
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