My makeup is my armour.
I do it every morning.
There`re many things to cover
Except of being lonely.
I wish I had all wisdom,
I hope I`d be all-knowing.
But destiny just whisper,
That she`s just funny trolling.
Sometimes I hate myself,
Some people shows agreement.
My soul lays on the shelf,
They hates her - she`s the cleanest.
I`m slame of my beliefs
and soldier of my dreamings.
You`ll ask me if I miss,
Don`t know what NO is meaning.
You look not perfect, honey,
I`m glad that you`re not here,
Forget about your money,
You`re sick - I see it clear.
And following your dreams,
Remember, who`s your hero.
So hear me - I not miss,
I`m glad, that you`re not here.
Not here
© Copyright: Дарина Самсонникова, 2017
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