What the drunken got on tongue is
What the sober got on mind!
I’m tired of my endless run,
Tired of my being blind!
I need you to be my mate,
I want you to be my bride.
Why do we both hesitate
In our lawful right to bide?
I wake up in this world,
Being in another
With your photograph,
Made on ‘Photoshop’…
The social net displays your face,
The inner rampage sets on fire.
Dreaming ‘bout your warm embrace,
I quake with passionate desire!
Voice of yours just makes me chill,
Thoughts of you create the bad plans.
In spite of all - I’ll overkill,
I’ll win out this circumstance!
I wake up in this world,
Being in another
With your photograph,
Made on ‘Photoshop’…
Photoshop
© Copyright: Вадик Колесников, 2012
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