Don’t look at me like that !
It’s can’t be so sad.
I’m not a killer,
I’m not a prostitute,
But I'm not good enough,
No, I’m not good enough
For your dreams,
For your bed,
For your love and care,
Cause you’re a perfect kind !
Maybe you're right, but
In fact, Your Honor,
You are not a Saint !
To judge me !
Not enough so saint !
I’ll be smart enough
For someone else.
I’ll be quite beautiful for him.
He will not ask me
To wear sundress
And let my place for me.
He’ll let my place for me.
For my dreams, for my songs,
For my films and stories,
Cause he will love me so !
It’s not so manly, right,
But who’s cares about it ?
So we are not saints,
Thanks God !
We all are not so saint, my baby…
24 March 2016
The Saint
© Copyright: Лириа Рыбакова Светлана, 2016
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