My life is going as sliding tube.
Sometimes it's bright, sometimes it's dull.
And days rotate in closed cube,
Approving me that I am fool.
I'm tiring be the stupid angel
Constantly trying to believe
In other words, in someone else.
As a result receiving grief...
My skies is blackened forever
Without rays, without hope.
With understanding sense of never,
To dream, to lose, to search, to grope...
I often wonder if I'm right?
If I should be only the good?
If I should be honest and white?
If I should smile with any mood?
I'm doing all this and so what?
My love just bleeds, my hopes are killed...
Why I am always see just NOT,
With tears and pain my way is filled...
I try to change, let any stranger
Afraid of me , my fear has sent.
Maybe I will became UnAngel?
No chance.. It's not for me... I can't...
UnAngel
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2014
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