she wants to start again, she hangs around
she's looking for the only one in crowd
with painful eyes colored like a soggy road
for not to carry anymore this share of the load
and now she hides her soul under an umbrella
and keeps on walking on the broken glass of heaven
but as she looks into the eyes estranged, soaked through
she whispers quietly: "that's not you, not you..."
She wants to start again
© Copyright: Драко Малфой, 2015
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