That rose you gave me it's dead,
That life I'm trying to forget -
Forget sweet words you whispered me,
When I was yours, - I wished to flee,
To run away, to disappear,
Though anyway you'd hold me near.
You would have found me wherever;
You'd have revived me in the heaven.
My heart is trembling. Such a pain
Is tormeting my soul. And bane
Is almoust here, at the door,
It's brought its presents: more and more.
It is impossible to hide.
He'll find, return me as his bride
To be with him for all the days.
And to escape there're no ways.
09.10.2004.
The Perverted Love
© Copyright: Георгина, 2004
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