Don’t taste my blood, it’s poisonous
It’s full of fears and broken fairytales
Don’t touch my lips, they’re frozen of
The poetry of winter mornings…
The smell of tears can’t fade away
The hole in my chest isn’t gone
You’re a tiny ghost of my tiny past
But the pain you had left
has an immense weigh..
Fly..i can’t let you go but I have to..
So..goodbye..
Goodbye
© Copyright: Лара Эол, 2011
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