A broken heart, a broken violin.*
I could remember you, a lonely star,
My soul was never light, yours – never dark.
I hear your silent voice, you may come in.
I could be right, but you are never wrong.
You judge yourself, I try to stay alive.
You come with flowers, I prepare my knife.
I see your blessing eyes, you may go on.
A broken heart – so violent and proud
Remembers words, which you will never say.
A knife gives freedom, flowers bring a pain.
I stay in love with you. You should get out.
* stolen - http://www.stihi.ru/2014/11/23/11833
Knife and flowers
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My congratulations - it is not bad, indeed )))
But - THE sky...
A lonely star...
Наталья Вишенина 05.04.2015 18:59 • Заявить о нарушении
But - THE sky...
A lonely star...
Наталья Вишенина 05.04.2015 18:59 • Заявить о нарушении