Don't ask me to come back
Again,
Everything became black
Again,
So what I'm howling for
This time?
I'm like chasing a roe,
Which's not mine.
But, at least, I have myself
For good.
Please, don't put me on your shelf -
I know, you would.
I'd rather we didn't meet
At all,
The same words I repeat:
"I'm your doll".
I'm. Your. Doll.
It's not like a house on fire,
I know,
Maybe, it's just a desire?
Oh, no.
Look at my broken wings,
Remember my voice:
Yes, you finally did this -
Your choice.
11 декабря 2014
Your choice
© Copyright: Анастасия Игоревна Литвинова, 2014
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