Плакать из-за ничего...умею, мастерски.
Но этот взгляд. Приглядеться, и все поймешь. Он смотрит на него, осознавая, что уже лишился... И закрывает глаза. Больше не за чем....

23.01.2012 в 10:14
Пишет  Морган Кэй:

Тоска...


I tried to walk together
but the night was growing dark
thought you were beside me
but i reached and you were gone
sometimes i hear you calling
from some lost and distant shore
i hear you crying softly
for the way it was before

where are you now?
are you lost?
will i find you again?
are you alone?
are you afraid?
are you searching for me?
why did you go?
i had to stay
now i'm reaching for you
will you wait?
will you wait?
will i see you again?




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