This theme is known quite well.

Our love story was like a Russian roulette.

I would never bet or foretell

If I had to bite the bullet.

 

My heart sang beautiful song,

I could fly high in the sky,

Wrote poems for the one I belong,

Didn’t think of the day I die.

 

He insisted on changing the rules of the game,

I ran away from the unnecessary risk,

Love forever I wanted to proclaim,

But he showed me only a big fist.

 

I wished him to be my husband,

He wished to use me as a toy.

I haven’t seen the foggy England,

I thought about life I would enjoy.

 

My heart was so gentle,

I couldn’t recognize a flirt.

The cylinder was near my temple,

But…there was no a bullet in it.

Life goes on!

I again sing beautiful song.

 

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

24/9 2010