Every time that she looks I see pain in her eyes
Which her smile would never disguise.
Of the trials and tries,
Of the fails and lies
Of her heart that got burned through her life.
Every time I approach she would always retreat,
Run away from a blinding sunrise.
From the hurt and deceit
To the warmth of retreat
To her heart that would never be mine.
That would never be mine
© Copyright: Плюмерия Карликова, 2020
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