Once again,
If You just ever can,
Forgive Me not – I beg:
Indulgence’s – all I had.
Accept Me as I Am.
It may seem
It’s easier to hate
These Feelings that I Have,
That keep my Soul at bay.
But it’s already late
For this bluff.
It’s easier to hate
Myself for Honesty:
My Skin’s already thick
Due t’ all the wounds I take.
But the Sun
Allows Me not to run –
No point in trying hard.
And Truth is – I don’t want.
I thank God that the Sun
Won’t let Me become
Cold Inside…..
The Sun Won t Let Me
© Copyright: Тихомиров Сергий, 2013
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