Should we decieve our looking glass
And always be afraid
Of those appalling, desperate eyes?
Or should we run away?
Has always been that endless chase
Nonsensical and hard?
You told me to and made me face
The pain of bleeding heart.
I bet your eyes are laughing, though
They used to blaze with love.
Am i ungrateful? Do i owe
Some worship, you're fond of?
I swear, I would forgive your pride...
Have you not wounded mine.
But still my weak offended side
Knows only how to cry.
So let the rain forever pour,
And let the light away:
I'm just another lucky soul,
You've managed to betray.
The note
© Copyright: Анна Рычок, 2017
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