angel

You carry wings for
Back
And a nimbus you do not hide
In a backpack,
Your sight hot,
Gold,
Тату two cats on a hand.
You listen The Tree Days
Grace
Also you carry an amulet of good luck,
And never you look
Downwards,
And never eyes cry.
You are ready day after day
To dream
And on flight to search for the girl-friend.
Any lock you could
To crack,
You were never
Toy.
And sincerity all floated
From lips,
But understood – the game end.
And in heart there is nobody,
You can not find anybody.
You why – that do not love
And the sight does not involve ladies.
And wings behind the back
You will hide in the jeans
Backpack.
You will leave where – be
"Upward",
On the lift rising eternally.
And through time – above all,
Also love all you warmly.
The soul tried to grow fond
And to meet light among
Broken,
Empty, soiled
Pages,
That in a diary, for a long time
The forgotten.
Now an order – Ms. –
The girlfriend
Knocks on heart
Loudly – it is loud.
You are happy with it nearby
To be,
Let even waited for it so
Long.
You as if have won
In a lottery,
So has dexterously extended the ticket,
The number happy has got.
Successful in a life is much.
One of them – you the boy
"Share",
To little girls – simply ideal.
You carry wings, trust
In dreams,
The stranger you do not put
In a pocket.
Remain, be always such,
I know, the world will not be eternal.
Only to become as all –
The simple
And for it is you the best
In the light of.