"Ненависть, Неверие, Надежда [поэзия]" - читать интересную книгу автора (Лайтбрингер Тимонг)

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I am the man of sorts, you know, And I can feel yours feelings flow, And haven't mastered mine for now... My love to you I did bestow. What was my reason for such move ? To you my love I'll never prove, For you I'm but another buff, So I am saying now - enough ! What was I thinking all that time ? You were your own, never mine, Sometimes all kind, in times all rough ... But it's still such worthless stuff. I am alone, I always was, I am still living in the doze That someone will accept my love ... I will awaken, it's enough ! I'm tired of that endless fight, I am no moth that will not bite And crawl through your endless bluff ... No more lying - it's enough ! I was the one to help you flight And threw your past out of sight, And yet it came to such a blight ... In that I'm guilty - and still right. I can forgive, I will forget Of our past that makes me sad, Such pretty looking, useless stuff... No more such memories, enough ! I have no willing to decide Of who is guilty, who is right, The separation is too tough, No more talk for now ... enough.