My black mama told me,
In city lives devil,
My black mama told me,
My soul is white rose.
But demon in black car,
The perfectly evil
Sold hope in small dose
How the perfect it was
How to dispose of a dream?
My rose has been broken by him.
How to expose the truth?
Ah, my love is beyond a cure.
Shine, my white rose.
Wherever, my dreams,
Life goes
Fate like tense rope.
Sleep of my pain,
Blows my hope.
Now heart of the party,
My beautiful body.
Fake gloss of the horny
In every my pose
In the night, stunning fears
Makes me cry, lick my tears.
Smack my lips, bloody kiss,
Never miss.
My black mama was right,
But my devil was a white.
Ride baby, ride.
Shine, my white rose.
Wherever, my dreams,
Life goes
Fate like tense rope.
Sleep of my pain,
Blows my hope.
White rose
© Copyright: Ян Хаски, 2011
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Not a bad piece, a very good one I'd say...Wishing you good luck in your beginnings...I' ll remember your rose...:)
Оксана Соловьева 23.01.2011 20:02 • Заявить о нарушении
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