You are odd.
I am not.
I don't know who you are and what
But being clear is my lot.
I'm a child,
Mild and kind.
I used to be free like a kite
But there's no longer light inside.
You told me:
“I love thee”.
And my poor heart filled with glee.
But your words are not what you feel.
I was yours.
And my choice
Was to love only you, of course.
But for you I'm one of your dolls.
Now I'm hit.
I am killed,
I am dead and my soul is ripped
'Cause for you I was just a wimp.
Oh, did you wish to have my heart
Just to break it? It seems like that.
31.01.2015 (3:12)
1.06.2015
(tr. «Ты странный, а не я»)
You are odd. I am not
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