Forgive me for my walk
By moonlight all seems other
I'm loosing tread of talk
Everything is full of pother
Never listen, what I'll say
This is to hide my silence
This is to hide my way
Inside I'm still the same
You like a mirage vanish into smoke
The dream in which I saw you was ever ever broke
I never sought perfection, I thought that it was you
I hate display affection, so I run from true
For my reflection.
I never run for what i like
I stay and wait when it comes back
Because I can wait, I'll wait, I wait.
Reflection
© Copyright: Александр Радомиров, 2010
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