To love... for me it means...
not pleasure or delight,
it is my broken dreams,
it is my broken heart.
To love... for me it means...
to never be loved back -
to give all that I had to him -
to lose my own track.
To love... it was so long ago...
I wanted to forget -
I wanted just to be alone
to not be in the net,
to never be in love again,
to never risk my heart,
to never overcome that pain
to never tear me up.
I never saw the happy love,
I never felt its joy
It seemed to me it could become
the beast which all destroyed.
I'd better say I don't believe
I'd better say I cut it off
I'd better say I can't this feel -
it's frightening - to love...
To love
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Of course to love means to resist.
It's not for gentle hearts.
We need to see the height of risk
to make a new restart.
So that we need to comprehend
all obstacles to face.
Particularly we can be tend
to breaking down apace.
Лита Алексеева 14.07.2020 15:36 • Заявить о нарушении
It's not for gentle hearts.
We need to see the height of risk
to make a new restart.
So that we need to comprehend
all obstacles to face.
Particularly we can be tend
to breaking down apace.
Лита Алексеева 14.07.2020 15:36 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you... I hope this time it will turn out for me not frightening - to love.
Олимпия Янковская 15.07.2020 21:58 Заявить о нарушении
Олимпия Янковская 15.07.2020 21:58 Заявить о нарушении