Is it my trial from above?
Is it the life without love?
Is he the world I am living in?
Am I so blind to keep on forgiving him?
I now find me at the very bottom,
Getting something rotten,
Got used to be forgotten.
On the very mission
Gained entry to your heart,
That was not sufficient,
Life is driving us apart.
Trial
© Copyright: Доминика Чернова, 2013
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