riddle -
The fact that your body to shed my skin
What turned me into a feeble-minded,
And what is
Only disappointment.
fire -
what destroyed
Every corner of my being.
I fall into the abyss
your cynicism
And icy heart.
Yet so strange -
If I do not cause harm
Why grieve when I
I feel that I lose you?
Burn me with his fatal love
And let no hurry!
I - a victim of your lips
Passion provokes me!
Stay with me a little more
problems
Was I only
Because of your way to love.
I - Extraction of your shadow, I Just one kiss,
And I follow you wherever you may be.
fatal love
© Copyright: Анна Делакорт, 2013
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