Like a baby on a dark pathway
I learn to live without her,
This torture by the smallest crumbs
Injects in to my soul and makes it cry…
Oh Lord! Please, let me get it right,
Oh, please, avert me from reproach,
Please don’t permit to try recovering,
And please, allow to comprehend…
That’s all I ask. Is it too much?
Is it too hard to obliterate love?
Unrequited it is, so I will drag along
Its dismal sidewalks till I’m gone.
Uninteresting the subject is for you,
I see…
So long…
Without Her
© Copyright: Пол Фил, 2011
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