I've burnt at yellow little summer
From love concealing heartly me,
I've looked like rotten crumpet,
When someone lies on jalousie.
I can't disguise my breaking heart
From people staring at him.
I only think, my lively time,
Instead of strongly pushing me.
I can't forget my brave remorse
For opening my heart so fast
I'm scared of any somebody's converse
With me made me so vast.
I truly was in my belief,
I was in sadder madness,
I can't think, that I will concede
My heart break into pieces.
The leaf of paper softly lies,
And I can't sleep, and I don't sleep,
But I felt smell of someone's lies-
And I'll get out of door's creak.
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© Copyright: Валентин Тихонов 22, 2015
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