To Denis
My love was just a kind of silly song,
I tried to sing it, but you did not listen,
I'm now forgetting lyrics, which is wrong,
Because I'm sure no love is worth such treasons.
The more I loved, the more we did not meet.
The more we kissed, the more you were away.
The more I cried, the less I saw and greed
Filled eyes with tears, turning hair grey.
I asked not more than seconds nearby
I begged not more than bearing my madness.
I am all alone and even if I die
I am sure you will feel no sadness.
All silent worlds are mercilessly loud,
I do not want to bear it anymore.
I want to live, so let me come around.
I do not want to love... Oh, nevermore.
Oh, nevermore
© Copyright: Королева-Пенская, 2012
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