Sharp into heart! exquisite blade...
My only friend tonight.
The street is under feeble shade,
And under timid light.
My heart is yours, my bleeding heart,
And strings of dying songs,
I've always broken them apart,
Got hurt about thorns.
“Give up! Give up!”
They shout, they're darkly pert.
Not hot, not cold is tea in cup,
I get away from hurt.
I'm empty like this tank of love,
Like tank of painful tears.
I scratched my only wall in home,
I scratched my only ears.
I prayed for you, I healed you up,
And sold the deepest soul,
Tea's getting cold, it's in my cup,
And I am in bad role.
I'm stupid like a fish on pan,
Like snowflakes in the sun,
I wrecked my only cry for help,
I wrecked my only lungs.
My only wall in home
© Copyright: Алёна Лайфгард, 2017
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