LAST YOUR WORDS
I'm sorry, I'm just leaving, only anger will be replaced by mercy.
For the rudeness of pity crying, my pride will not take away.
You were dear to me, but now, in the soul of a sick resentment stone.
Such another, such a stranger, as if she had never known.
Thank you for releasing and teaching to breathe freely.
Thank you for loving me, although my soul hurt.
Perhaps I am not right that our life was a mistake.
But you are different and I am not the one, everything will be remembered later with a smile.
I'm just leaving, I'm sorry that I was deceived in my expectations.
In verses it is impossible to say anything about everything and better talk is silence.
Goodbye, I'm just leaving.
DISAPPOINTMENT
How cold and rain on the roof beats.
The leaves turn yellow, autumn comes.
I still want my soul so much
A little warmth and tenderness
But late:
How cold and the night is already longer
And beyond the window dimming the stars shine.
Unfulfilled expectations. Tears
Wipe your hand, but the pain is stronger.
How cold and the wind broke the desire,
What has grown so suddenly.
He took him, I'm empty now
Like an autumn tree. Sadly
We are cold with you my fate.
We are wanderers in the autumn leaf fall.
We want only a drop of good,
To find yourself with the head in delight.
So cold. Take cover. You are not the same:
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