feeling your hand on my cheek
my heart's working on a beat
strong voice is turning weak
too silent has become this streetseeing you in two weeks
just like we used to do
the way his heart speaks
same as our love grewact of kindness filled his soul
and that smile he gave me
he played that stupid role
and threw away the keywhat a beautiful war it is
between my heart and brain
I am picking up the pieces
then let them wash away by rain

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PoezjaOnce your champagne eyes turn wine-red, you feel the knife twisting in your chest. -When you hear people mocking you behind your back when you are sick at heart - it is when you know you have entered the ill-conceived adulthood, the sincere womanhoo...