What will I feel
And what will I see
If rivers run through me
Into the sea?
The rivers of sorrow and ultimate pain
The ones fed by rather substantial rain
My tears are the rain
And the sea is my soul
My heart's in a cage
And I'm losing control
My tender affection,
Not pure, not divine
Was sentenced to be
Thrown away and declined
I felt so alive
When I felt all that pain
I cried cause I would never see you again
That was a disaster,
A great thunderstorm
And in it to pieces my heart has been torn
And I no more feel,
And I sleep very well
And no more sad stories
I'd willingly tell,
But life isn't life
When it lacks stupid dreams
We're born only to
Wish impossible things
To ask time to stop,
So the night never ends
The night where rivals
Hold each other's hands
They whisper and murmur
magnificent words
But morning will bring them to different roads...
the pain of feeling nothing
© Copyright: Елизавета Марьян, 2015
Свидетельство о публикации №115100110138
Свидетельство о публикации №115100110138
Рецензии