That view
Once I saw a peculiar sight. And this view wasn’ t like all the other views , that were doomed to oblivion. But this was totally different, and probably the only one that I remembered . It was the look of a man who was very much in love. But this look, wasn’ t reflected in my eyes. I killed that spark, that fire in his soul . For a long time I remembered that look ... But it was too late. Years gone . And I saw this look again, but only in a mirror . That loving eyes looking at least a drop of reciprocity, anchored in the wall of indifference. Your heart of stone was not shaken, you do not justify the hope of a loving heart. The fire was extinguished with tears of frustration. I didn’t see it more ... Just looking in eyes reddened with tears in the reflection. I'll continue writ ing songs, draw ing pictures, these stupid notes ... But you will not know about it.
© Copyright: Натаниэль Белоостровская, 2010
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