You walk around like
you're some kind of magic
asking a favour to pay
heart full of secrets.
You fly around like
you're some kind of angel
making excuses to say
heart full of lies.
You flow around like
you're some kind of God
making promises to keep
heart full of sins.
You run around like
you're some kind of wonder
asking vows to heed
heart full of dreams.
When I first met you
you had a wild heart
now you're just an empty chest
begging for another hour.
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A/N: Oeh. Tõttöelda ma igatsesin aegu, kus suutsin inglise keeles luuletusi kirjutada ja seda minutitega(mitte et praegune tunde oleks võtnud) ja tunnistan, et see oli värskendav. Nagu ärkamine. Muidugi ma naudin eesti keeles kirjutamist - eriti luuletamist -, kuid võõras keeles on see teine asi... nagu... maagilisem. Ma ei oska selgitada, aga nii on.
Loodan, et see meeldis teile ja soovin teile ka kaunist kolmapäeva!
Näeme teiselpool piiri,
M.
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