It always hurts so much
When you not with me are
I see the darkness touch
My hand in dance bizarre.
The wounded soul succumbs
To hopeless thoughts of mind
And my reflection sulks
At emptiness of thine
I dream and dream and dream
That one day you’ll come back
I’ll frantically scream
And twine around your neck
I’ll feel your smell at once
It must be so divine
And darkness of your eyes
Forever will be mine.
For you
© Copyright: Анастасия Седельникова, 2015
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