I definitely, do not love you, but it's true
my life has nothing except you,
numerous destinations,
however step up
towards you
only,
at that juncture, I do not know what's
magic there; assume - pride,
high-low, dark light, I
can't remember
all the
labyrinth, a drift, which pulls toward
you, a silence, a depth, which
does not permit to merge
or emerge, life
becomes
blocked paper boat, waits for next
splashes, It's very difficult,
to get rid of such
moments,
need the breathing, and removal of
lips isn't easy, a tangle, which
breaks the pulsation, the
killer grin or the
guardian
angel too, analysis is complicated,
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