I guess I just don’t owe you much,
I only have my soul.
Once it was hurt; it has a crutch.
That’s how you found my sole.
You might be rich, you might be cool,
But you don’t feel alive.
You think I am a simple fool.
Your sky just has a rive.
Look at the stars, do you have some?
Why don’t you speak to them,
You know that yours can be not dun.
One say each is a gem.
Somehow I feel I am a star,
I’m just not very bright.
And maybe I don’t have a scar.
My pain absorbed my light.
Don’t come to me, you do not fly,
Your wings burnt in the fame.
You’ll see me even when I die,
But you won’t know my name.
I guess I just dont owe you much
© Copyright: Шмалинская Анна, 2019
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