Securely wrapped in the piece of the paper
The piece of my trembling heart,
Prepared as the present for you for the later,
It stayed under my self regard.
It stayed for the long time away from your glances
- An answer to glances of mine.
But it never made out of sweatness of hands,
Which were shaking with fear all the time.
It stayed in the land of the dreams on my own.
On my own ended up in the end.
Never talk, never try, never hope, never show...
There's no way it could help understand...
Here I am, in the end, with the piece of my heart,
Vital piece, which will cease to exist.
Without it, nevermore, my heart never will beat,
Without it I am dead. I am gone.
Piece of my heart
© Copyright: Кристина Чертова, 2026
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