I know my passion has no answer,
My aches for you are all in vain.
Your heart is like a stone castle
Surrounded by the walls,
And you`re so vain.
Your heart is closed for any tender feeling,
The rind of ice that covering your soul grows.
You`ll never figure out the simple meaning
Of love and whence it goes.
You only rend it to the splinters,
You do it with the hands so cold and hard as stones.
You`re like the range of neverending winters,
The captives of your charms live in the throes.
Living in the throes
© Copyright: Надежда Кащенко, 2009
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Your heart is like a stone castle
Surrounded by the walls
Тимофей Квителев 25.09.2012 22:00 • Заявить о нарушении
Your heart is like a stone castle
Surrounded by the walls
Тимофей Квителев 25.09.2012 22:00 • Заявить о нарушении
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