Написано 4 августа. При перепечатке в голову пришла мысль:"Это я написал?" Не так должно в 19 лет писать (но вроде не очень плохо вышло) =) Как-то слишком много отчаянья.... Нее, все-таки чистка мозгов помогла =)



Bedtime stories



Please tell me again your fairy-tale

Give me some wind for my torn sail

My ship without is a jail

Vibrations of coming train in a rail



Please tell me a story of our love

The legend about the snow-white dove

Your voice, I'll never had enough

The silence is a smothering scarf



Please tell me a glorious ancient myth

About a god, a goddess, and a thief

Who stole and hid my fragile peace

And hope to have posthumous relief



Please tell me a fib about we were close

Where my character is a ghost

Who's kept on Earth by the remorse

That never had the emotions exposed