Once the trust is lost,
All fruitless efforts to recover
Are turned to ever-living ghost,
They fall like old and stony tower.
The more you try the more you fail
To turn back happy past.
I know you were to choose your way,
But was that choice the last?
I'm so frustrated, I'm deprived
Of all emotions ever.
It feels like something priceless died.
But let's move on, however..
spring 2013
Once the trust is lost
© Copyright: Анастасия Семеновская, 2013
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