I found myself lying
It's over and gone
The feeling I had
That my heart is a stone,
That nothing can soften
A strong heart of mine.
I found myself hoping
Of changing the line.
The hope is important,
But useless for me
Like looking at sums
Of the letters outside
And thinking they will
Disappear at night.
A heart of mine
© Copyright: Ананько Александра Викторовна, 2018
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