The show is over - I must come to reality
No more miracles , no more dreams that are silly.
I opened my Soul to a complete stranger ,
and got a stab of a knife - I deserved it badly.
I was too naughty , laughed like a gypsy
listened to cards - they were promising glory
I realised that it was a fairy tale
but too late - I have been eaten by exhausion.
I am dropping tears - they are saulty and bitter
My heart is tearing into millions of pieces.
I suffer like a straw doll that is beeing put into fire.
It loses everything , but not faith in tomorrow.
The show is over - I must come to reality
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2018
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