My heart is slowly dying empty, stiff from the sludge ... from loneliness. My heart is dying so unhappily wounded it is in the silence ..... And did you really want this heart ... to be loved, to believe ... And did you want this heart so much ... to be wanted, to forgive ... Why wasn't this heart understood ... and no one blackmailed him ... Why didn't they look him in the unhappy face ... with love to wipe away his bloody tears ... And isn't this pain over ... isn't it happiness for me ... And time passes like that .... and I am alive but not quite .... I will try to live with this dead heart ... I will smile and take my life with both hands ... And one day my lonely heart, stiff with sludge, will be warmed by men's palms and will return my love ... with love to my beloved Alexander
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The poem is not bad, but the SPELLING is TRAGIC !!! - sDudut, Uceni, iStryat, slizy, i zhiva, but not quite
It's amazing, I even cried because I feel the same way .. the only difference is that I don't think I'll ever be able to live like I used to .. I'm dying inside and I can't love another as much as I love Christian ..
Is unique...
Well done, it's very beautiful, but the spelling is a bit inaccurate in places. :)
what does spelling mean when it is written with such love ...? !! Wonderful! ;))
This is amazing! You write very well! By the way, our styles match, I also write and mine are on such topics often, and I also had an Alexander, which I still experience. ~ sad-baby ~