Your words are knifes inside my heard,
Your looks had frozen in vein inside.
You close the door, which so more hard
I opened just for you tonight.
You misted the way of hope for me
But there were rainfall for my life.
You were the sun. How couldn't you see
You broke the way, you loosed my side?
There were the words... There was your kiss...
We are apart...
I know I miss...
There is a knife inside my heard.
29.03.10
knife
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