If I was dew, you would be glancing
At my sincere glow when chasing
For your forgotten diamond - trust -
Which was dissolved in cool of past.
If I was rain, you could be crying
With no regrets but feeling, trying
To rearrange your hopes from dark
To shine as light as water spark
If I was moon, you would feel tide
Throughout of oceanic guide
Which is inside your aching heart
Still hurts, still moans, still flows apart
If I was earth, you would be loved
By all of my magmatic craft,
As every creature falls in love...
But me is me. That wouldn't enough...
If I was...
© Copyright: Юлия Мартынцева Март, 2017
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