Bluebottles is a strange name for a flower,
Driving my care, waiting for hours
Before I could hear you, Before I could see your eyes
Not quite blue, little violet,
You`re in my heart and I can`t deny it
Heir like wheat that sun touching tightly,
You`re in my heart no need to fight with it
Dyed or natural no matter
You plays guitar, no one is better
Little unbuttoned is size less shirt
You`re wearing jeans that makes you hot
I love you, I love you a lot
May will come
© Copyright: Элина Сизых, 2013
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