I never really cared in my life,
What comes and goes is a lie.
I never thought I’d come to this,
It’s running through my veins.
Each feeling is a drop of rain,
It tortures, but I love the pain.
Behind my back there’s a chasm,
In front of me the wall of flames.
My wings won’t stand the flight,
My pure feathers desperately die.
Outside my heart come wild cries,
I’m going mad as I’m losing fight.
Desperate love
© Copyright: Дмитрий Жуков 6, 2022
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