Posted on 22 March 2013 by Anton Alipov

Category: Art


My love, ‘tis sad to leave you thus –
You know, I’ve tried.
A better fate was meant for us –
But was denied.

Though bitterness I never lacked,
You spilled me more;
Then, rattled that I don’t react,
You let it pour.

You let it paralyse my brain –
Expect that some
Of it will laden your own vein
For years to come.

Many a string my weary heart
Has torn for you.
I tear the last one on my part –
I hope, you too.

And now that a year has flown,
I wish you well.
I fear your “well” will mean “alone”,
But time will tell.



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