It hurts me to believe in you today
It will be joy to think of you tomorrow
You go ahead and never ask to follow
You take a seat without a wish to stay
How long it takes us to exist in one
Will be displayed on watches and sundials
A bay of peace among the stormy craters
You need no more, so I will soon be gone
It Hurts
© Copyright: Лейла Ша, 2011
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