Pick my heart
from the floor -
It was broken in glittering pieces,
And in every new world
You will find a resemblance of past -
I am pleasing you for
To be happy and never
to miss me
For I know it's impossible thing for so many of us.
Pick me up from the shit
Give me name of some different person -
Some of beautiful things
Who had loved you "whatever you are" -
There's no matter you see
Nothing special in most of my verses,
But I know there is more you can see looking straight in my heart.
Yea, I'm only a cherry that hangs on a
twig to be eaten -
You can call me a tart if you cannot remember the name.
But I knew that one special day you would probably meet me -
No one prooved me your death, and I know they won't prove it today.
Pick me up
© Copyright: Цветочная Сова, 2011
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