It is so weird
To miss you madly
I’ve caught by fear
To lose you accidentally
The only one expression on my lips –
Don’t leave me as my heart still keeps:
The warmth of breath,
The glance of eyes
My soul is def
Towards their fights
It is so sweet
To have you nearby
And touches’ seed
Becomes the bliss inside
My only plea is plain as rain –
Don’t go, I am still able to convey:
The warmth of breath,
The glance of eyes
Our love is death
For their banal lies.
27.05.07
I am able
© Copyright: Елена Сащенко, 2008
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