Under umbrella, alone in the street,
Weary, cold and gloomy a bit,
She goes with no purpose to the nearest park -
A usual girl, all wearing dark.
She doesn't feel sorrow, she doesn't feel pain,
The only thing matters are the drops of the rain.
Such a cold lady, a lady of ice,
Living in world that is full of lies,
The world where people lie and deceive,
She tries to forgive them but doesn't believe.
There's nothing to do with her broken heart,
Love's gone long ago and tore it apart.
And there she walks, alone in the rain,
A girl with no past ... Maryon Rayne
Maryon Rayne
© Copyright: Марина Симочкина, 2010
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