Night outside. For a whole day without him.
Infinite falling of the soul into abyss.
In every teardrop there's the fragment of my dream.
In voiced silence there are the silent screams.
I was ready to die for him if the need would arise.
But it was only game for him. He wanted to amuse.
He preferred to live without looking in my eyes
And trampled on my heart not taking off the shoes.
I thought I was fighting the prejudices for both of us
But once I realized he was on another side of the field.
He won and forced me to return him back as a prize
His former life and freedom about which he dreamed.
You will understand, that it is about us
© Copyright: Мария Мозер, 2013
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