An ancient dragon died in the end,
The biggest lake became the smallest one.
The kindest politic starts to pretend,
And finally I'm gonna come undone.
The end is close like lashes on an eye,
The deep crack lays between your apathy and I.
Relationship is fragile vase, and absolutely vain.
You try to fill it by your blood, but you gain only pain.
The happy end is not this case.
Dark color became vantablack.
We wasted uselessly the best of days,
And nothing can just give them back.
Final straw
© Copyright: Анастасия Биер, 2019
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