I miss you
nothing can change.
No reason
to turn the page.
So slowly
these days pass
without you,
So long nights.
Keep smiling
but heart aches,
when far
from your hands.
I miss you
the endless theme,
Please listen
the quiet scream.
When miss you
my heart is cold,
In prison
of genuine gold.
To kill you
or die of love,
which choice
is for me enough?
Miss you...
© Copyright: Анна Шелтон, 2012
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