I often feel worn out,
Exhausted and strange.
I want to hide in the corner
And stay out of range
Of your painful ironies
Attacks and requests.
My heart needs some ironing
To still do its best
To be your very best friend
Who saves you from sorrow,
Never dares to offend
And hopes for tomorrow.
When my love was despised
I never gave in;
I beg tomorrow to rise
In colours of heaven.
My passion will gather
And I silly believe
Once we'll be together
So simply don’t leave.
I'll recover from wounds
That you sorely caused;
I’ll again be around
Again we'll be close.
28 июля 2013 года
Illusion of Not Being Lonely
© Copyright: Савва Шанаев, 2013
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