Another moment of my fear
To miss this glance so full of life,
And all my love becomes a jeer -
A try to rivet someone's eyes.
I see the Doomsday in my fancy,
I feel the damage in my brain,
My Happiness made me antsy.
I'll think about it again.
But your low whispers to deep blues riff
Every time arouse my world to light
And I'm going away from this grim cliff
Above the ruthless blind fight
So I'll stand up from my corner
And take a step to hold you tight
I'm not that kind of a loner
I'll always let you make me smile
And your low whispers to deep blues riff
Every time arouse my world to light
Your green eyes cross out “if”
Coming back to life.
Your low whispers
© Copyright: Лизавета Петрова, 2013
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