Many have gone from that moment dumb hours…
You could be mine, and we could be ours!
Lies in-between collect and destroy us,
Oaths have been made a sarcastic performance.
Vague accusations hid after the greetings,
Empty desires no more wait for meetings
Selfish appeared to be our beings,
Fighting this sin means to hang under ceilings.
Agony took place of previous lust.
Days lose their colours and process is fast.
Empty won’t stay our souls - that’s a must!
Dare to put there something but dust.
Conclusion
© Copyright: Андрей Александрович Третьяков, 2018
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