you swore to me you'd never leave;
"my blue-eyed daisy, just believe,
keep your head high and go ahead", -
you said. and now you're dead.
there's no more tears in my eyes,
you lied to me - I hate your lies,
your blonde hair, narrow palm...
you don't exist - it's now my psalm.
oh, these 10 birthmarks on your neck,
you whisper that my accent's czech,
cross on a short chain hits my nose,
our future is… only zeros.
you're gone. one hundred'n'fifty days
already passed. it's morning. full ashtrays,
yesterday's wine, my poor empty bed.
I will survive.
just like you said.
agony
© Copyright: Лола Эзэд, 2013
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