You won't call me after night.
It doesn't make you pretty happy .
You won't say some word's - you're tired.
I don't know what my mind is waiting...
You turned off light of our love.
I ought to hate you and avoid .
But you stay in breaking heart
And it make me feel destroyed.
Don't tell me that you're very sorry.
These word's give nothing to my heart.
I want your mind to grasp this story.
I hope for this your sense is smart.
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© Copyright: Андрей Кривошеев, 2013
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