Do you know about my foolly love?
No...I don't think so,
I feel sorry and many other stuff
And I think that feellings only grow
Don't afraid. I'll never hurt you
I just want to find my only way
And to fall in deep and pretty pool
and forget about it at today.
Red red rose stays on my shelf
like broken heart with broken thorns
I don't want talk only with myself,
and my red rose slowly burns..
You know,it hard to write you this poem
it is like to swim without my hands and foots
it is like to eat the bread with bitter cream
it is like to walk alone in awful woods.
Do you know...
© Copyright: Анастасия Гультяева, 2008
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