Distances

Вахрушева
I feel inside all littlest things,
We have a link with no rings.
I see the changes in your mood
Through way you type the words: "we would"...

You didn't call - I made a story.
I wasn't right? Well...i'm sorry...
It's all because of cruel distance,
That questions even your existence.

I have illusions all days long
And live inside them which is wrong.
I look around on the street -
I see your car and you in it.

It feels like i'm doubled now -
I live for me and you somehow.
I can't succeed in it, I know...
To split between two ways to go...


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We live for sure in those two worlds -
the world of things and that of words...

And of course in the world of our imagination, too!

Thanks for your lines!
Valery

Валерий Шувалов   15.02.2010 23:45   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Спасибо Вам! :)

Вахрушева   16.02.2010 00:51   Заявить о нарушении
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