I know I'd better be strong and silent,
It's not a feasible undertaking.
I am entitled to grieve in private,
And be alone when my heart is breaking.
I am entitled to songs and stories,
To conversations with friends and neighbours,
And still to think of you, to remember
The way it used to be long before this.
You were so carefree, bright and stable,
You were so humorous, charming, real,
You were the only one who was able
To get me out of my darkest thrills, and
I'll always wonder with shameless longing,
I'll always yearn, even knowing better,
But I'll get quieter, I'll get stronger
As long as you do not read my letters.
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© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2018
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