The time has passed
And all we had
Is simply gone.
We weren't ment to last
and everything is dead
And we're apart.
And though I loved
and tried too hard to fit
your world.
You've always put above
Someone who... less deep
Stuck in your
soul. You've seen
My pain, my suffer, my mental death
And you wanted more!
so you gave me hope.
Thought that nothing left
of me, except for a sore
body. But I had that rope.
And here I am,
loving myself
Instead of you.
You're just engram
on the dusty shelf
of my oldest blues.
So, when you're sad
I will complain
That I'll be glad
To never hear your voice again.
engram
© Copyright: Лизавета Садовских, 2017
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