Sorry, guy, I'll be never yours.
Yes, I still remember you, of course.
And my heart beats always, even now
But I can forget you now, somehow.
I'll go through dirty native streets
Hiding all my cold and tiny wrists.
And I won't be thinking of my life
Cause my memories are sharp like knife.
Sorry, boy, I don't have any words.
Soon I won't have any stupid thoughts
And I hope that when I close the door
I won't think of you, boy, anymore.
Never yours
© Copyright: Анастасия Верижникова, 2015
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