The night is young
And young is she,
She lost her tongue
Cried like banshee...
And she believed
That it's all over,
That she could leave
And could lay lower...
But it's all wrong!
There is no way
To get along...
And to betray...
The night is still
And still are we...
No heart to fill -
From pain to free...
And so she stands
Just all alone...
With bare hands
Sad to the bone...
I can't forget,
And can't let go...
But no regret,
No love to grow...
It's empty now...
My soul will rise,
I don't know how,
But I'll get wise...
15:19 02.02.2016
The night is young 02. 02. 2016
© Copyright: Баяр Сергебаев, 2016
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