You wanted it, I never gave it.
I yielded once, we seperated.
But you chased and fell for me.
Was your presence my destiny?
Twice we met against my will,
Have ideas to reveal.
You've become my pain and muse
Which I should have had abused.
You're not single,neither am I,
No one will criticize.
They all guessed we were soulmates,
But you put me in the shade.
Chaser
© Copyright: Доминика Чернова, 2013
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