Forget it. You lost it again,
The needle of feeling in hay-stack of love.
Forbidden, you'd step behind rain,
I would do so being in your gloves.
For real, you played to much cards
And listen to many lyrical songs...
It's simple. Your heart felt apart,
There's nothing wrong with that. So long.
17.03.2008
The loss
© Copyright: Наталья Ивчина, 2009
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