When you’re in love, at least a bit,
Then anyone hears your heartbeat.
But when you hate and going mad,
The heartbeat aches just your own head.
And that are you – the only one,
Who would stop hear it, when you’re gone.
But it continues to sound for
Those who are love you ever more…
Heartbeat
© Copyright: Антон Пермяков, 2011
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