My heart like a black hall,
In it so dark and very cold.
Sometimes it can to fall,
Sometimes it can be gold.
My feelings like a big cloud,
They are envelop me all.
About it I can scream so loud,
And then I can't you call.
My eyes like a sadly mirrors
You can see what now I feel.
You can see in it many figures
But not you, you're not real.
My soul like a bigger stone,
There is almost no love fire.
I often feel like I'm alone,
But I hope to feel the desire.
20.05.2015г.
My heart like a black hall...
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