What good to you, my boy,
Not good to me, you know.
Your perfect skin, my guy,
Is looks like summer snow.
My love isn’t your love.
It’s not a love at all.
My world is “Bitches go!”
I canceled sixty calls.
Won't be together - luck.
You’re kid, I’m not. It’s fate.
It’s hard to me, so… Fuck!
…or maybe I can wait…
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=188870
Рубрика: Посвящение
дата надходження 11.05.2010
автор: Si Jey