Noone was waiting for me...
Normally for January,
Strangely for you and me.
Hanging round with my soul,
Thoughts are in a fairy whirl,
Bridges are fragile so far...
Sitting lonely in the bar,
Safe and sound but not warm.
Oh,I miss your superb charm...
Through the glass I see the life-
Constant waiting in a strife,
I hate blind being blind!
Better other way to find?
Noone was waiting for me
© Copyright: Доминика Чернова, 2012
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