Somewhere to get the softest delay,
Somehow to hide from the damnable wishes.
We all are to find the hardest way,
We all are to break, in the flat, our dishes.
And you will be loved by someone and else
You will be wanted by the best, nicest men.
Sometimes you cry like if you had spells,
Sometimes you forget what you can...
And day after day it's nothing and more
Than it could be let by your dares.
And nobody's gone, nobody's for,
There is no end and nobody cares...
08.09.2014
No End And Nobody Cares
© Copyright: Максим Митрофанов 2, 2014
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