Mausoleum

Written by: Saniya Galeyeva

For you our love was neither strong nor real
But I had both wild fears and odd hopes.
And now in my soul there's a mausoleum, 
It's a remembrance of the joy we lost.

How can I bury all those golden feelings
That you woke up in my heart? Though they died
It seems as if they were alive and breathing.
How can I write them off? I do not understand.

There is a cold and gloomy mausoleum
That is inside of me and that is simply me.
Let people call me stubborn, odd or silly -
For me your fake love oath was like a wedding ring.