Виктории Чепелевой

Listen, Vivien ,I really don't know why
I was fastened so strong with your grey eyes.
And fell in deep oblivion
And ,in some days ,I feel that I will really die.
My heart is crying
And I misunderstand
What is it: just a bad joke
Or just the sad end?
Is our adventure now just a legend.
I can't just imagine you were just a piece of magic.
My soul wants to scream, cause it became almost useless
Because you were in it just like a guest.
My defenceless chest is going to explose
I pray, I hope your door won't be closed


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