You took my heart without knife,
It was the last day of my life,
You threw my body to backyard,
It was so painful, so hard.
You dearly kissed my bleeding brow,
It was so well, I never saw,
Your lips was cold like winter house,
You was my cat, you caught your mouse,
I’m on the ground, like fallen trees,
And hear it is – my final breath,
Without minds I closed my eyes,
It’s for your love my largest price…
I lay at your feet, hoping you’re satisfied,
I’ve lost this war without fight,
And now my soul is on the cloud,
I hear: “I love you…” it’s so loud…
08.III.2011г.
It was the last day of my life...
© Copyright: Анатолий Цокол, 2011
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