There's no one to rely on
I have disguised your masks
You seemed to be the iron
However you are wax.
Too many days I waited
That you would say a word
Perhaps I should have fainted
Had you thought of I thought.
Your sight is still so silly
And facts of mine are low
Because I've lost you nearly
And scratched you from my soul
This going 'long with you all
Is deadly as it is
Who cares that this funeral
Is not my last release.
March, 2014
There s no one to rely on
© Copyright: Александр Попугаев, 2014
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