Walking away is the thing I can do,
And it is the sin? That I can do.
But I don’t believe,
That you may forgive…
I’m afraid of it. I am so scared,
That I’ll kill myself if I make it,
And I’m tired from this.
I miss you? I miss!!!
And I’m afraid of mistake,
So please, just take
My grief, my pain
And throw away…
And throw away…
I’ll turn off computer, but file,
The file with my bad-english rhyme
Will wait for it’s time.
And I will wait, and I will write
Without mistakes, but not so right
To call myself an engish poet.
And I will wait, I’ll wait for you
\\\ You know the rhyme-
I’m in love with you…
I even don t know what to say...
© Copyright: Иннокентий Бездредов, 2008
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