I found it here, at the table
At Friday evening, 4 p.m.
I think, this paper makes me able
To tell the public who I am.
The girl, who'll never get such letter
So nice, amazing, cute and real.
Cause all my life I've tried be better
And I should stop it. That's my deal.
I've never met the writer of these phrases,
But as I want to be a part
I wouldn't cut this to the phases.
So then, my dear friends, I start.
"I'm sorry, I will take your breath,
But you can fly without air.
It maybe leads you to the death
And it's your choice, it's free, I swear.
If you will ask me, I would tell
That you're my only dearest treasure
If you will ask me, I would sell
My soul to demons - with the pleasure.
If you will call me, I'll be there
At day and night. It doesn't matter.
If you will kill me, I would bear.
Forever yours."
The end of letter.
The end of letter
© Copyright: Яна Гуревич, 2010
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The poem good, in it is thought. However, I think that it is better to live, thinking of life, instead of about death. Good luck in creativity!
Владимир Басков 19.09.2011 16:05 • Заявить о нарушении
Владимир Басков 19.09.2011 16:05 • Заявить о нарушении