I'm swallowing whiskey like water..
Destroyed.. I am killed and I plea..
Three month we have lived.. Only quarter..
And then you became loving me!
As far as you spoke we are different,
As long as I kept thinking not,
We felt in the ocean of reasons,
That boiled us like creature in pot!
I tried.. How I tried to keep promise,
I prayed and believed I was right!
You didn't, you see only problems!
So easily making me cry!
You told many times that you love me..
It's truth, and I know it of course,
But now I am sure it's all over..
Goodbye pretty kitten...
(I'm lost.)
We were destined not to be together 23. 05. 09
© Copyright: Дмитрий Пиллов, 2012
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