A Regret
I wish you had told me
a hideous lie,
Had left me behind
playing jokes at my cry
I would have recovered
just after some time
But you did it your way
and that was your crime
You promised to hold me,
But I was alone.
So often I swallowed
my tears at home.
You filled my young life
with a wordless regret
Which now has no meaning,
because…
I am dead
© Copyright: Оксана Линовицкая, 2012
Свидетельство о публикации №112092009231
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