Maybe, I know, what I feel, nowadays,
I should be the best to promise happiness.
My future is close and I hear it's breathe.
I ask, tell me when I will meet my own death.
I'm going to feel past, return and forget.
I just want to love, but I have to regret.
And life isn't kind, there is war everywhere,
I should be so strong and be calm to win there.
You know, It's so hard to close feelings and sense,
But it is surviving, I save innocense.
Way make me to stay with my soul tet-a-tet.
I'll frozen with people, I have ever met.
Some of me
© Copyright: Айжамал Канапиянова, 2015
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