I doubt that you even care,
Or else, you would decide to spear
My braking heart.
I felt unthinkable despair,
When love had turned to be affair,
It wasn't smart
I trusted you without the limits,
Considered us adjoined by spirits -
It wasn't smart
And now my soul in pain and fidgets,
When loosing faith,
you grind to millets
My braking heart
I desperately searched for reasons,
Suggesting even change of seasons,
It wasn't smart,
But in the end of all the liaisons,
You still possess with no free zones
My broken heart,
My aching heart,
My bleeding heart....
My heart is broken
© Copyright: Гарик Зилберт, 2011
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