Love does not have a face...
No meaning in it too
But why we are still chasing
This poison... For me, for you...
Love does not have a soul
No reason in it too
But we still feel it
In our dreams... In me, in you...
Love does not feel the pain
It gives it all to us
It goes through our veins
And saturates our hearts...
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poison that's sweet and hot...
weekness that makes mad...thus...
love is a crime of heart...
it's smallest damned week part....
though...we're dead inside...
witjout this torture...shit!
love...in our mind - is fight...
love...in our life - is light...
etc.
best regards,
Vj $)
Thunder 18.11.2004 17:02 Заявить о нарушении