I miss you so, it’s hard to bear,
You’d never know how deep the ache —
I want to fall into your arms, unprepared,
And whisper that I’m such a fake.
No more our talks, your voice, your laugh,
I cry more often, loud and long —
Not sad, not glad, just half-alive,
A broken tune, a silent song.
Forgive me — I was wrong, I know,
But still I’m waiting here for you.
Let’s sort our hearts out, take it slow,
And finally end this fight we knew.
I hope you won’t forget my face,
That we will meet again someday.
And soon we’ll chase all doubts away —
Our love will find its way to stay.
Forgive me..
© Copyright: Лера Пилюлина, 2025
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