There was time I was dreaming of him,
there were years I was wispering his name in my sleep.
I was ready to sell my soul to hell
only not to see him in pain.
I was praying to die before him,
not to wake on the planet alone.
I was different.
He's given me a blow.
Heart is black,
emotions are gone....
There was time I was dreaming of him
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2016
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