Your words are hurting my soul.
Tearing, gnawing my flesh.
They are burning iside me like coals.
And nothing is left, onle ash.
So easily you have forgotten
The oaths once given to me.
Down the fellings are trodden.
You say that you want to be free.
You are free of my love and devotion.
You are free of the life we have lived.
But my heard is still full of enotions.
And the wounds of my soul still bleed.
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© Copyright: Владимир Левченко 2, 2011
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