I Let You
My neck, my wrist, my heart, my soul.
What's there for me to cry about,
I took your heart and that's my fault...
You're on a string, I'm gently pulling,
Collecting pieces of your heart...
Becoming mine and loving truely,
Impossible to tear apart.
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Best wishes,
Таис Бочкарев 14.04.2011 22:55 Заявить о нарушении
It's not yet that painful.
But thanks!
Мейлинг Ирина 14.04.2011 23:53 Заявить о нарушении