That’s all, fed up
What’s wrong with me, with you?
I wish I knew.
If only knew I would go through
I would forget about you
Or knew at least what I should do.
Is it a common set of manners
Or something more your acts may mean?
I don’t remember all your errors
And on your virtues I’m not keen.
But eyes of yours
Made melt my heart
Though you forgot
My existence’s nothing to you, fraude
You played me, tricked me and for what?
No aim to love...
Oh no! Don’t hope.
You are not the one as you might thought.=)

„А все хорошее не забывается,
а все хорошее и есть… мечта!” (c) u Pavla