Three Children
There are three children. One is a bright sunshine, They confuse her with the word laughter, Because what she brings with her are smiles. A joy to both her parents. The second child, They often call him patient Or perhaps wise, He is my mothers favorite. My fathers pride. However, There is a third child, People often have to ask her name, She struggles to smile, And she struggles with anger, Her days are spent inside Trying to stop living in her head. She is no ones favorite. no ones pride. She brings no joy or calm to others. They confuse her with the word Bother
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Why?
I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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Не скажу "люблю"
Знаєш, складно Тебе любити й не сказати. Тебе кохати і збрехати, Що зовсім іншого люблю, І що до тебе не прийду. Знаєш, той "інший" мене теплом своїм зігріє. Зачарує і поцілує, А ти сиди там далі сам, І йди назустріч виючим вітрам. Тобі вже більше не скажу своє я болісне "люблю"... А просто відпущу і почуття у собі похороню.
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