Someday my eyes will get used to the light;
the truth will cease to seem so sweet...
Ice splinters in your eyes still rankle with an infernal pain;
leave it alone! Let it remain a riddle for me...
We are too different indeed,
the worse is contrast, than more strongly it draws us closer... to a gap...
Stop, let me see… let’s mix them all together –
my questions and your answers...
Well, maybe, I am not the one I’d like to be with you –
And I just live another, someone’s life and have no peace of mind...
I’d like to burn out all my memory completely,
to leave my dreams and grief behind...
I’d like to take a clear piece of paper
and to write with blood: " I wont go back… you hear me?
I shall not return"...
living someone s life
© Copyright: Асмолова Екатерина Александровна, 2009
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