As much as I try to look at you,
I feel some disappointment.
As much as I pray for you,
I`m reaching to the void.
I know the end is coming soon,
We`ll never come together.
I`ve tried to bring the world to you,
But still under the weather.
What`s coming out of it?
My senseless searching for tomorrow.
The funeral of me succeed,
Overwhelming life with sorrow.
Is it worth to be the truth?
The answers falling down.
As if my own belligerence
Is cracking all around.
We passed this life most strangely.
And even didn`t say: "Forgive".
Forgive for everything that we have made,
Turning life in grief.
Funeral of Hearts
© Copyright: Марина Кучерук, 2020
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