(Acrostic)
So much was made, so much to lose.
End’s is a fact… It’s truly torn…
Love’s what I thought I got from you.
Fool’s what I felt like more and more.
I can recall I used to pray
So I could ask Lord for true love…
How’s now? I ask myself again:
Love’s what we had or love’s to come?
Oh my… You used to be so sweet,
Void seemed impossible before…
End’s now. You care about just you –
Right turned to wrong, which felt so sore…
(2004)
Between the Lines
© Copyright: Света Лебедева, 2007
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