The sun is gone
The moon is risen
How many moons do I have spare
I do not think my love is missing
Because of fear or despair.
I think it's you who made it broken
Who ruined every gentle moment
You are to blame I sit here smoking
Drunk, hopeless, crushed and solemn.
I have no strength left and no sparkle
No nothing in my inner budget
No wish to fight in boundless darkness
No thread to get me out of dungeons.
So I am sorry I am writing
This with no hope for you to hear
I do not want to keep on fighting
I want no more to be your dear.
The sun is gone
© Copyright: Анастасия Седельникова, 2017
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