I wished to go silly over your withering look.
But I have to go smart on my own.
I tried to court disaster by touching your hand.
Now I learn to be merry along.
How I asked you to damn me with your charming smile.
And you said: "You'll be blessed by ones else".
So I prayed you to take this life out for the best.
Then you said: "Better do it yourself!"
Tell me why did you blame me for bringing the same?
My heart bleeding was never a gift.
Wonder how can I give you а joy of my days
For you were sparing me even a grief....
Phelie
© Copyright: Елена Богданова 3, 2012
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