И на последок, 2 стиха, посвященных все тому же любимому моему Майку Шиноде. 1-й является переведенным и измененным стихотворением моего стиха, который на русском языке был написан, и немного в прозе получилось, ну и 2-й сразу на инглише писалася. Воть. Еще раз повторюсь строго не судить, так как пишу я редко, и не очень, но буду рада если кому-нибудь понравиться что-нибудь из моей писанины.
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I love you, and is it the awful sin?
I know, we have different ways,
But when I see you in dream,
I depart, not having left a trace
To forget all bad and to be only with you...
But dream is end up and you disappear...
And I wake up with the broken heart and soul too.
But you already are not present near.
You so far and don't see my deep pain.
You don't hear my crying and can't help me
But I'm ready to die for you when sun or rain,
And the drop of doubt will not be.
Deep wounds will remind me of you, which I don't hide.
Everyone see and judge me, well... I don't mind,
Cause In fact I only dream at night....
And only I should fall asleep again.
We together as in anything it happened,
Hand about a hand we'll pass a long way,
You will get a star from sky, if I just say
It's only a dreamz, I know, but,
Nobody will look at us a reproaching sight.
And I am grateful to you and for that,
That, let though in dream, but you with me beside....

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I can not explain,
But I love you.
My heart full of pain
And I know, you...
You won't hear me, if I will cry.
You won't revive me, if I will die.
But nevertheless I'm grateful to you.
For your songs
which heal me, when I feel so alone
For your sincere smile
which is the reason to my life.
For your honest eyes
In which there is no place for lie