I can tell you what is worse
Than "to kill". "To tease".
But you chase me like a ghost
Down the empty streets
Of this city. I am sick.
I just wanna find
The way home.
But I am weak-
I can hardly try
To escape. I hear your voice
In these walls. It's loud.
This is wrong. It's not my choice...
You can take my pride,
But please, leave.It's getting dark.
Not a single star...
You can go. You left your mark
On my haunted heart.
18.09.2015
Haunted
© Copyright: Серафима Пронина, 2015
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