My fate is too rare heartless bitch.
It sends me gifts and takes them back.
It is impossible to lynch.
It puts on all my ways its crack.
I hardly know what love is.
When saw light at once forgot.
And I am living with all this.
Knowing well what love is not.
From many roads I chose the wrong.
From many stars I look on lost.
With way of tears which is strong,
With desperation which the most.
I hope one day will be bliss.
Meanwhile the only doubts I got.
I hardly know what love is,
But know well what love is not.
Both God and devil laugh day by day,
I am and will be stupid of the most...
My star is not of Milky Way,
I'm in the searching for the star that lost
What love is not
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2014
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