Love like poison bubbles up
The water stream that’s life
Or may be champagne I drank
Was full of steel and knives
It hurts to think and drink
Without your kiss on my cheek,
The loving look as in spring...
It hurts so much… I can't speak…
Guess it will be good tomorrow
The sun will cover the wound
Turns out a painful sorrow
When I'm alone, without you
Sometimes I wish you die
Of the same pain as myself
Imagining you cry
When I kiss somebody else
But then I find the pain
Cannot be sent to you
You said you cannot love
So I laugh... without you
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© Copyright: Зифа Садриева, 2011
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