Broken heart

Святослав Бойко
It is,
For love,
Love to store,
And live,
But do not beat.
When it hurts,
To live reluctantly,
Sometimes only a miracle,
Serves a pleasant dish,
Where is one,
Nice feeling.
I want to leave,
In order not to know,
This pain,
What is inside,
In the chest.
You do not love,
Do not break it,
You love,
Do not lose it,
Do not trust,
Think about it,
Before,
Laugh at them.
It is broken,
As if,
The old trough,
On the far bottom,
Unnecessary word,
In this world,
Where is one miracle,
But in the hole,
Where the Judas live,
What tears him,
And does not live in the world,
My heart,
And that feeling,
What you need,
But you left him,
That it was good to you,
So forget it,
In order not to torture him,
To me,
My,
What gives warmth,
A heart,
Which is at the bottom,
Because of you,
Do not love me,
Do not love me,
I'm broken,
Because forgotten,
Like my heart,
I will not hurt her,
Loving you.


© Copyright: Святослав Бойко, 2017
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