Am I okey?
The answer is – no
What should I say?
When can’t let you go
From my head or heart
That my deeds will be not smart
When sending you photos in bad quality
After feeling myself so much guilty
Oh, I can’t be always pretty
As you would like me to be
I’m tired, sunny -
My dear, why are you in Mumbai?
Still not with me
What is that fucking destiny?
My flowers fade away
The day is over …- hey!
Cold winter will be grey
More easier – not to stay
With me on the shore
Better to make from me whore
Right woman’s position
Of getting all orgasm-electrition
When my flowers fade away
But of course it is not your blame
If you need to save world’s flame
How can I understand such game?
In my existence so much frozen-lame
Your welcome to the first December day
Of my world where flowers fade away
Am I okey?
© Copyright: Ольга Нью, 2011
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