Misread, misheard, misunderstood –
The history repeats itself.
I would have change it if I could,
If I could reach that upper shelf
Of lost and long forgotten books
That can explain: «Who, what and why?»
Then I could live without hooks
Never having to say «good bye».
I hate «good byes», I could say so.
It is not simple to move on.
But if my heart would say the «no»
Just one more time, I would be gone…
Trust is such solemn pure thing
Unlike pride, dignity, ego.
Sometimes without any fling
It would be better to just go,
Misread, misheard, misunderstood…
If I could open up the sky
Of you and me, I really would
Not ever have to say «good bye»
Misread, misheard, misunderstood…
8.04.2019
Misread, misheard, misunderstood
© Copyright: Анна Грудинина Ли, 2019
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