I'm writing on the walls.
I'm painting in the streets.
I didn't hear your calls.
The most important needs.
I need to hear your voice,
I need to make you smile.
Silence is just a noise
Of your personal denial.
And I'm so scared to lose
What has already died.
It's not simple to refuse
From what makes you bright.
Monotony. Escape
From ruins, from your falls.
And feelings have no shape.
But I'm writing on the walls.
I m writing on the walls
© Copyright: Антон Рябцов, 2014
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