
Does it matter what I say?
You’ll be here, and go away.
It’s fine if that’s not the way.
I shouldn’t hope that you’ll stay.
Does it matter how I act?
Should brace myself for impact.
I’ll crash right into the fact.
‘Twas control that I lacked.
Does it matter what I think?
My thoughts are pools, and I sink.
There one and gone with a blink.
Maybe I should stir my own drink.
Does it matter how I see?
Lately my sight doesn’t comfort me.
You made your promises, I remember well.
But you never told me, that it’s lies you sell.
About the Creator
Mihaela Vasileva
I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.


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