Empty streets,
dimming lights,
Aimless days,
sleepless nights,
I drop half of my face
In my big woolen scarf,
Sinking in bitter thoughts,
Raking soul in scars.
I was too unconcerned,
I was too confident,
Thinking life is a play,
Scoring levels in game.
Bare rooms in my flat,
We are living apart,
And your name on my lips,
Scratching my broken heart.
Broken heart
© Copyright: Светлана Сиверко, 2020
Свидетельство о публикации №120100307955
Свидетельство о публикации №120100307955
Рецензии