I want to write a book, boy
Where all of my dreams with you
And this life could be a great joy
But you didn’t love me-I knew
Why didn’t you say anything to me?
Ever wonder what we could have been?
Was imagining our dancing souls at sea
For me, this was like a movie scene.
It’s hard to calm this feeling
I just keep breathing-it makes no sense
A kind of love without any meaning
I feel my heart’s pains-they’re intense.
Alas, I don’t have any story to tell
Cause you decided otherwise:
to turn a blind eye as well
to my love that inside me dies.
La Douleur Exquise
© Copyright: Фатима Искендерова, 2019
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