Look in my eyes -
In them the love dies,
Also the silence cries,
Or something fries -
It simply passion,
It burns us.
The love becomes fashion,
As the first buss.
I leave forever,
Don't hold my dreams.
You were there ever,
As a sun beam.
Don't look at me,
I now not for you.
I want one to be
And to be new.
I don't run behind a fashion -
I in love don't trust.
You a beam of simply passion -
You in heart only a thrust!
Beam
© Copyright: Кэт Линн, 2011
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