Little naive girl, aren’t you tired?
All your tears are pony shit for them
And all this you know, but still you keep crying
For stupid guys who don’t protect your stem
You are easy mark of your imagination
You created them perfect in your head
You made up their action and loving sensation
And in the end - seeing the truth- you are dead
Smart fool living in her own world
There everyone loves her and smells like fresh mint
Girl composing love to the grave
Living her life in a false damn script
Lassie in the clouds, come back from Heaven
Get down on the ground and just have a treat
You don’t find love, it finds you - remember
Just try, it costs that to wait
False script
© Copyright: Екатерина Руслановна Бойко, 2022
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