Will you be a reason for my grief?
Will you be my cry upon the moon?
"Nothing's hard. I want you to believe," –
Words of lie which turned out to be true.
Will you be a bullet for my rose?
Scent of blood, the petals to be burned,
We shall dance the last time though it hurts,
Wish upon a star – I'll give the world.
Will you be a why that I still write?
Who you are I don't even know,
Don't you feel this, see our worlds collide,
Light behind your eyes – my only hope.
Will you be a reason that I live?
Will I speak your name while I am dying?
You're the one, the only one I need, –
Love of yours, your smile which keep me flying.
29, May
2015
My Reason
© Copyright: Максимов Александр Андреевич, 2015
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