It was late time in the evening,
The most sorrowful time of the day.
The circle of life continues its spinning
For the worst and the best; come what may,
Come to blows over the empty years,
Come face to face with the death.
Or maybe come out smelling of roses
After washing-out-my-mind craze.
Do you ever feel squashed by your lover
Or betrayed by the bunch of best friends?
God, I hate the affection's power,
Which make me so sad, so obssesed.
It was late time in the evening,
The time of wishing you were dead,
Time of fighting, torment and crying
Over loss of your only true friend
And the life, which goes much too quick,
And the days that never come back,
And regret of being so weak
When you need yourself to be hale.
Just look at yourself in the twilight,
Look at the broken mirror,
And you see the same broken girl.
But in the evening it can dissapear.
Late time in evening
© Copyright: Мэри Элизабет, 2015
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