It’s raining again…
I’m sitting in a cozy armchair,
And waiting when you explain,
What's happening in your brain…
I heard that. It’s killing me.
After these words I feel like
In my belly there’s no any singing birds.
I wanna run away from you…
But something doesn’t let me do that.
And the darkness is squeezing my head...
I’m feeling like I’m almost dead.
Killing from inside
© Copyright: Апанасевич Елизавета, 2015
Свидетельство о публикации №115072305949
Свидетельство о публикации №115072305949
Рецензии