I felt a great deal of pain.
There’re too much thoughts in my brain.
You see I don’t want you at all.
You’ve behaved yourself like a bull.
The eyes made of black stone
Don’t penetrate anymore through my soul.
Your brain is as cold as ice.
Don’t think you’re Jesus Christ.
These arms won’t touch your face
And you’ll fall of this Grace.
Not ready for relationship
Just writhe in child’s creep…
Can’t fight with lazy soul –
My heart is free. It soars…
2004.
Soar
© Copyright: Евгения Задумчивая, 2006
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