GilliA - Настоящая любовь
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They lay silently, runs on top of each other
Her hand squeezes his hand ... Current blizzard ...
Snow with a groan destroys tons of itself on the world
Only a warm room where they are languid like that
Without looking up, they continued the flirting of views
Filmed and frozen for a year
In her broad pupils, weakness
And inexplicable need to cry
Strange moisture wandered around the cold parquet
Leaving, barely noticeable, trace to the trace ...
The feelings of the cast remained on the pillow -
She was presented as if by violating harmony,
And looking out the window where the winds were blowing, moaning,
Where the snowfall struggled with the storm ... pulled from the streets with cold ...
They met there when they were young
Three years ago, and now this room
Divide together, and as if modest
Pure love is here ... and these thoughts in smooth stripes
Filling the head allowed her to fall asleep
With the spaces of feelings flying to the sides ...
Fixed bodies, black blanket
Keeps the heat that there was almost no
She understood that she loved him until morning came
But soon the spell of love will subside ...

It is a pity that not to return this look
Homeless ... Now the poison is complete ... to the row
The third year you can hardly hide feelings
That keep a pleasant but disturbing aroma
It is a pity that not to return this look
Homeless ... Now the poison is complete ... to the row
The third year you can hardly hide feelings
That keep a pleasant but disturbing aroma

Morning. Similar to pupils, love narrowed
And the dependence in the one who lay nearby decreased,
But dependence grew in something else
And for her everything ceased to be sleep
I wanted to howl again, because the heroin was constrained
And poisoned their feelings for a long time not new
Bloodless ...
Carpet-dried piles under the shells lowered their heads

They knew that they did not stay long
They were pain ... and only
Have not been love ... for three years now ...
Artificial traction of oblivion and sleepy country

He did not love her, she - his ... only the needle of them
Loved and weaved a romantic verse,
Covering the bodies with scabs and holes,
Leaving the lovers in an emerged state
What is love? Sometimes they lay ...
And with eyes immersing consciousness into unconscious
Mentally wanted to die, because even self -torture
It could no longer endure it
And it was impossible to bring them closer,
After all, there is only something sensual-luxury
Osteled dark gold wallpapers,
How love is slowly killing both of them ...

It is a pity that not to return this look
Homeless ... Now the poison is complete ... to the row
The third year you can hardly hide feelings
That keep a pleasant but disturbing aroma
It is a pity that not to return this look
Homeless ... Now the poison is complete ... to the row
The third year you can hardly hide feelings
That keep a pleasant but disturbing aroma

She woke up ... He is not there ... A pleasant but strange smell of snow no longer hid himself
Then she looked at the open spaces of the corridor,
There from the bathroom, covering the floor plane,
Water and its thin layer poured slowly
Already almost filled the room with himself
She became so scared ... impossible ...
The vast stream of feelings crushed with godlessness
She went there, stepping on the parquet
Smearing traces of feelings forgotten somewhere
And there was silence and there were no words
There she found him, immovable and lonely ...

It is a pity that not to return this look
Homeless ... Now the poison is complete ... to the row
The third year you can hardly hide feelings
That keep a pleasant but disturbing aroma
It is a pity that not to return this look
Homeless ... Now the poison is complete ... to the row
The third year you can hardly hide feelings
That keep a pleasant but disturbing aroma

Synthetic love is romantic ...
I love her, but she is indifferent to me ...
I would let it go, but I love her
Or maybe they love me ...