Well, it is dead to all
That silly heart of mine.
Goodbye to infant smile
Of yours and rays of summer sun.
Goodbye, I pass away
With no love to declare…
I never thought you’d be that way –
God knows it wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t fair at all,
But destiny seems shaped
And everything I was afraid of
Is going to be made.
She says that time will heal,
But how can’t I regret
When sacral value of true love
Is what I must forget?
Unfair Play
© Copyright: Антон Тришин, 2008
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