I was so grim, so pale
And you were there
Pretending to be free.
We walked away,
I even don't know where,
You turned your head to me.
And soon I realized
We should have been forlorn
By everyone on Earth.
We are mad or agonized,
So all of them were gone
No laughter here, no mirth.
The world is owned by us -
That dream I always had,
But we don't misapply.
And years will soon pass
For us, my dear leal friend.
We have It, don't deny.
Lavender face of mine
And arrogant of yours
We stand here side by side
We've reached the magic shrine,
That place of epic wars
Where we will have to bide.
All that what I described
Is just the world of love
Betoken but forlorn.
To Feel what once will hide,
What is not fair enough,
What soon will be forsworn...
The moment that enslaves us
© Copyright: Оксана Малефисента Тихомирова, 2013
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