- The soul cries out in pain, and heart barely beating.
No one can not hear you. But I have to save
Your dumb soul, heal the wounds.
But apparently not included - it is in your plans.
Give me just a minute, to be in love,
To be lost. be stunned
But how beautiful you are, how beautiful eyes.
I call them the sea quiet, silent.
I am ready to sink, if you command,
In the oceans, languid, emerald. You know?
I was mad, for the first time noticing
Your lips are red with silent response.
If I fail, I can not make
You live normally and to deliver from torment.
Write "get away" on a piece of crumpled.
This will result in a dark life.
Nicotine. Drug. Gray smoke. Silence.
No mood. Emptiness. Despair.
Lying on the floor, I want to forget,
Missing abyss, somewhere to break.
All what I need - a touch,
Languid breath bright moments.
You look a minute, defeating sadness.
Covering the lips, "I love" whispering.
YOU ARE READING
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Kısa HikayeВот новое " сочинение". Это стих. Больше отнесен к Гарри и Луи, поэтому можно сказать из раздела Ларри)