Who cares, why sadness live inside my heart,
Who likes me more than people like vampires,
Who knows, which day shall make my eyes be shut
And let my heart to quench inside me fire?
Why I was loving, but was never loved?
Why my obsessions always win my thinking,
I never felt you even for a half
To read inside me poems never written?
I can’t control myself and cannot live,
I want to hell, to see how good is weather,
And if you want my love to play and leave
So cut my chest and take my heart for pleasure.
Ice-cream for pain
© Copyright: Кузьма Ивов, 2009
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