Don't you write your own poems on the walls of my soul,
You are so superstitious that I'm ready to fall.
Don't you write your own stories on the walls of my heart,
Cause of you I am worried, till the end I won't stop.
Don't you spoil with your writings
Ceiling of aching head.
I will never invite you
Inside till I'm dead.
Please, don't reveal your feelings,
They aren't worth to be seen.
I don't feel it's all real,
It's all craze and obscene.
Don t write your poems on my heart
© Copyright: Мурзин Алексей Николаевич, 2018
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