My heart was his,
so was my soul.
I went to sleep praying for his love.
all was simple - in those days.
It's hard to realize - everything's in the past.
what's the use of crying
of what can't be undone.
we won't be able to glue
our broken cup of life.
Many rains have fallen,
rivers have enriched in my tears.
I've said many things
that were not supposed to be heard.
too tired of wishing,
asking the Moon for a gift.
I'm even ready to bite him with eternal kiss.
I know our time has desperetely gone.
But there will be a miricale.
there will be a path....
My heart was his, so was my soul
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2017
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