Автор: Рада
Тема:Стихи о любви
Опубликовано: 2009-09-03 10:39:58

Она ушла

Где найти то место мне,
                                                                                                                                        Чтоб не думать о тебе,
                                                                                                                                             Где бы я не вспоминал,
                                                                                                                                             Нежно как тебя ласкал.

                                                                                                                                             Где б увидеть мне тот сон,
                                                                                                                                             Чтоб не думал я о том,
                                                                                                                                             Как сладки твои уста,
                                                                                                                                             Когда шепчешь мне слова,
                                                                                                                                             Те слова, что я сказал
                                                                                                                                             Будто их не ощущал.

                                                                                                                                             Смеялась ты на мой ответ,
                                                                                                                                             Что я не ведал про любовь,
                                                                                                                                             Спасибо, показала мне,
                                                                                                                                             Что это слово значит боль.
                                                                                                                                             Те дни, что не было тебя
                                                                                                                                             Не оставалась лишь одной,
                                                                                                                                             Что, новый "рядом существо,
                                                                                                                                             боготворимое тобой"?
                                                                                                                                             Ночами дальними,
                                                                                                                                             Когда в гуляньях пьяных,
                                                                                                                                             Ты даришь радость и любовь ему,
                                                                                                                                             Я по крупицам душу собираю
                                                                                                                                             Страшнее муки вряд ли я найду.

                                                                                                                                             Мы можем долго упрекать -
                                                                                                                                             У каждого есть доводы свои,
                                                                                                                                             Но я хочу тебя обнять,
                                                                                                                                             Ведь мне важней наши мечты!

                                                                                                                                             Я каждый день наш вместе вспоминаю,
                                                                                                                                             Когда держала за руку меня
                                                                                                                                             И всё сейчас мне про тебя напоминает,
                                                                                                                                             В моей квартире есть ведь часть тебя.

                                                                                                                                             Скажи, мечтаешь ты о том,
                                                                                                                                             Чтобы могли купаться мы
                                                                                                                                             В словах любви, которых сильно нам
                                                                                                                                             Хотелось вслух произнести?

                                                                                                                                             Я не поэт и может видишь смысла
                                                                                                                                             В моих стихах поменьше, чем в своих,
                                                                                                                                             Глянь между строк,  там видно крупным шрифтом -
                                                                                                                                             Моей любви нам хватит на двоих!


                                                                                                                                             Мои глаза совсем уже сухие
                                                                                                                                             И не осталось, чем лица омыть
                                                                                                                                             Теряю всё, что сердцу было мило
                                                                                                                                             Надеюсь тебя Бог простит.
                                                                                                                                             Уйти в туман иль сумрак ночи тёмной
                                                                                                                                             Теперь одна дорога мне туда
                                                                                                                                             И можешь мне в последний раз поверить,
                                                                                                                                             Ты в памяти осталась навсегда…

История cоздания стихотворения:

Парень и девушка были вместе. Она его любила он ее нет. Он изменил ей с другой. Девушка бросила его. И только тогда до него дошло как она была дрога ему и как он хочет быть с ней. Но было уже поздно. Она встретила другого.