I am too old to die,
To die from desperation.
In mode of hibernation
My sorrow will subside.
I am too brave to find
The pleasure of self-murder.
My mind will daily further
My sadness to unwind.
I am too proud to tell
That I am missing badly
Our order and our medley
And our world that fell…
A giant made of glass,
My calmness is so shaky.
My heart is sad and achy,
My thoughts are making fuzz.
You know that I’m the one
That you would call a lady…
So let me take my Caddy
And help you to be gone.
Too old to die
© Copyright: Мария Андрианова, 2013
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Thank you!) The Mother of Tears style in motion:)))
Мария Андрианова 28.02.2013 20:28 Заявить о нарушении
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