Some things just aren't meant to be...
The black worn sky is done with me.
And nonchalance is nothing new:
I've given up on loving you.
I've given up, won't start again...
Strange words, so merciless and plain,
Resound in my deserted brain
Reminding me of someone's pain -
Someone's, not mine. I'm far away.
I'm dull, I'm finished, I will stay
Untouched, indifferent, and sealed...
I guess I am considered healed.
The days of languishing are gone.
It's time to turn loud music on -
And I'll forget that I'm alone
And will not hear the silent phone.
Another afterlove
© Copyright: Евгения Саркисьянц, 2011
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To my mind it’s really perfect in many respects.
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