циничный_k@r@s, 43 - 26 февраля 2008 22:59

[B][COLOR=brown] I don't care for whatever I got!
I don't care - are you living or not!
I don't care for your name
I was calling - you never came!
I was calling you losing my voice
love is such a sweet poison!
I've a knife for you in my heart
In my throat for you I have blood.

Do you hear me how I hate?
I should never have poison... too late.
With you I can never survive.

Apart - there is no life.

Rusty nail
squealling on window glass -
the same way
my love day after day
by the knife rusted within my heart - cuts.

As pink foam - tenderness in my throat
Throwing to you all I got -
and cut -
I don't care, I spit with blood!
...from my Pole to another Pole.

I don't know how to call... :smoke: [/COLOR][/B]

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