It's dark outside and cold in the street.
I feel that pain inside it goes into deep.
I feel my every breath like storming wind.
And I remember taste of gorgeous lips.
Though I still pretend that I ignore myself,
Inside the truth I ever lived, but nothing left.
Except this strong believe that made a mess
And it's so difficult for me I might confess!
SH
It s dark outside
© Copyright: Станислав Гофман, 2017
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