If I could care less,
How easy life would seem
Without knowing about your tears
Not even seeing them.
Your tears falling,
Every single drop
Reaching my heart –
That’s never going to stop.
Why you, why me
And who is to decide,
Who is to measure
What has grown inside
Heart, body, soul or mind?
I care less
How one may call it
Not just emptiness –
There deeply hidden
By the layers above
‘S dwelling embedded
What one may call love.
05.07.2004
If I could care less...
© Copyright: Екатерина Захарова, 2005
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