Again with me the rain cries,
On the ground the arrows are sharp dropping,
After all, you will never come again,
And what happens tomorrow, I do not know.

Again the desert is scorched inside
There no germ will take root.
Again “Forget it! From memory erase! "
In my soul, the alarm goes off.

And I so want to curse you,
And the other guys, all together!
Tell me, gods, what kind of attack?
I look so tired guilty

And drown their sorrows in wine,
Wrapping your mind with cigarette smoke
With a wing wounded in this world to live,
In despair breaking all bans,

Again say goodbye and forgive,
A piece of the heart pulled out without anesthesia;
Beloved to let go,
Although there is still a splinter in the chest.

... And I would like not to suffer anymore,
In the cage of thorns do not languish,
Togo in a tough world to find,
With whom fate will forever unite.

God, I came to ask you
Help me, if it's in your power,
- Love with a new heart to heal
And give deserved happiness.

7 comments
  • October 25, 2014 0:44

    Natasha, thank you. Perfectly. I was hooked. Sometimes it is worth experiencing unhappy love, because it forces the soul to sing and such wonderful verses can be born out of love suffering.

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  • October 25, 2014 7:32

    Marina, you are absolutely right. And there is

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  • October 25, 2014 3:28

    Beautiful poems, a lot of excess,
    but...
    YOU DON'T LEAVE A SONG:

    God, I came to ask you
    Help me, if it's in your power,

    Last time, only Tsvetaeva M. poems stuck with me like that.

    Yesterday still looked into the eyes
    And now - everything looks sideways!
    Yesterday, even before the birds were sitting, - All the larks today - the crows!

    I'm stupid, and you're smart,
    Alive, and I'm dumbfounded.
    Oh, the cry of women of all ages:
    “My dear, what have I done to you ?!”

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  • October 25, 2014 7:34

    Anfisa, parallels with Tsvetaeva? It is unlikely that my "lame" poems deserve such a comparison ...

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  • October 25, 2014 7:24

    ten! Sadly ... I'll try to dispel))))

    Natuska HE is already coming to you
    Stepping softly, gently, carefully
    It will take only a month, maybe a year.
    Believe that it will be! And, perhaps!

    And the clouds are blown away in your soul
    The tears will all dry the warm wind
    And the sun will be dressed in a negligee
    Will shine love again in this Light.

    On handles the sun will take you
    You will not have to go around the apartment ...
    And at night there will be tasty and sweet love.
    And you will live in harmony and peace

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  • October 25, 2014 7:35

    Yuri, thanks for the ambulance! And the verse is just in the mood: today is sad, tomorrow is optimistic.

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  • October 25, 2014 12:05

    Without approaching the author, he put his “poisoned with poison” nine.

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    • Rating: 1

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