КРИК ДУШИ - Я мечтаю о тебе по ночам
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And now the Zava is growing in me, after all, for now there are quarrels, yes, there will be a sun tomorrow. And I will never tell you the sun. I am not a poet, but for you I have become for them. All my little things read on my mouth. my heart was like our separation. The minor chords were flour for me. I looked at the loving couples, I suffered these blows, and I went out to the sound of the guitar in my shower. It’s just that my friends and nothing else. Let your lipstick will leave the trace of your lipstick now and I'm glad that you can be happy with the other. And I have enough bitter wines, I want to stay alone. Feature evening. I pour my feelings in the streams of lines, I write about how hard it is for me. We parted from you. We parted from it becomes painful. I want to forget to throw out of the memory, but the memories make themselves felt. The serge will get clever in a fist, I will go into the darkness, what was wrong with us? Autumn outside the window, but in my soul winter. It’s cold, cold in the evenings in the evenings in the evenings in the evenings. what will happen to me now, probably, anyway, I know anyway. The terms were diverse for me then. I am further fate. You told me that we would remain friends. It is possible to look for the guilty, to change everything in places. There are thousands of lines, I am still not ready to put points in them. I would not try to forget it all, but for these Any thread sees thoughts. These postcards, gifts, songs about love are all left. You are not. How to live? This is a shop in the park. It still stands. There is no more strength. I want to leave .. I will extend my hand, it will be in your hand and it will be so pleasant for us with you with a light one. Walking along the promenade, listen to the screams of the seagulls. These birds will add illustrations in our love of the page. Do not It is desirable and desirable you stand in front of me. I drown up a gentle sea surf in a whisper. The wave of a large cliff covered all these say in a hearing without unnecessary interjections. I will listen and regret yours to understand your words. Don’t be silent, do not be silent. I will not be silent. Horizon lines. You will hear in response “I love” from the heart. Under the light of sunset, we will part without saying goodbye one day promising. promising me as a gift as from an old photo film in a reminder that the feelings were loudly. Why I should not be you Love? Tell me why should I be with you nearby? I will only answer you to my own question. I don’t understand life without hearing your voice. I need you now the whole world is only for us. I can’t take my eyes from you. But if there is, if there is, if there is, what could I do give me a chance. NNO only moves against us. I am always next to you, remembering that evening with that cold winter. I was just blind. You have long forgotten me. If my poems would have remained in my memory, dear. The sunset of a beautiful, that era abandoned. When I will become snow without waiting for summer. The music is fucked somewhere by the dawn. A new number in my phone book. The beautiful baby. For the meeting and passion of the excess where kisses are sweet taste of ripe cherries. From the stop, that's enough. They will be superfluous. More than two weeks we got tired of each other. Futures appeared just as quickly flew away. Although I know the heart is more heavier in your body, you remember how recently they were with you. We are charged with feelings like a weapon. You are only part of your mental pain. There is a fight, but not a hero of your story. I ask you to draw your picture of happiness myself. The steering and butter, and I will look for the one with which I will be happy, as if I are happy. The last autumn is no longer with you . Straly. The witch has been nearby for so many years. Now you are alone and I am alone. And the snow replaces the rain and my world is empty. It will not matter to me anymore, but you will find me among paper leaflets. I wake up not with you. Now others warm me with their warmth. There will not be more these lines and emails. There will be nothing that says about the past