Sometimes I say that love’s a curse.
Sometimes it makes things worse.
It breaks your heart into pieces,
Suddenly, your life ceases.
It cuts your heart with frozen blades,
Then, nothing’s left for you, just shades.
There’s nothing you can do to stop the pain,
To others you look entirely insane.
You see no Sun, no light, you’re lost,
On an endless pass, you will exhaust.
From coldness of the darkness,
About your death you’re doubtless…
Is love really a curse that kills?
That’s how it is, to me it seems…
You run away, but it has you in its grip,
It even comes to you in sleep.
Your dreams are broken, so’ is your heart.
You die, you’re done, you’ve played your part.
Love Is A Curse That Kills
© Copyright: Шуба Настя, 2006
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Not bad, not bad! The most noticeable fraction I liked is your ending with “You die, you’re done, you’ve played your part. ”
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ThЕn, nothing’s left for you, just shades.
On and endless pass, you will exhaust. – you do not need “and” here
My best wishes to you from Buffalo
Mikhail
Михаил Хитрик 28.03.2007 18:23 • Заявить о нарушении
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ThЕn, nothing’s left for you, just shades.
On and endless pass, you will exhaust. – you do not need “and” here
My best wishes to you from Buffalo
Mikhail
Михаил Хитрик 28.03.2007 18:23 • Заявить о нарушении
Thanks! And thanks for correcting my typos, I didn't see them.
Шуба Настя 01.04.2007 20:25 Заявить о нарушении
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