We met to run away...

We met to run away,
We loved to be alone,
I want to laugh away,
I cannot live at all.

We promised – told a lie.
We dreamt just playing roles.
I so want to cry
And wrest the soul.

The beauty can be dirty,
And eyesore can be nice,
How often we aren’t noble
But lazar sacrifices…

So why can I be funny?
So why can I be gilt?
So why am I not crying?
So why can I take sleep?


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Very beautiful. Awesome. It's easily read.

Эва Маликова   20.09.2014 16:27     Заявить о нарушении
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