You can’t take my soul
You don’t have the right
To play my poor mind
And small naive heart.
You think I’m immature:
My arms hang on you,
I catch your wet lips
To try love on you.
You fall, and I save you.
And save one more time
Though you gave up on me,
For me it’s a crime.
Oh Lord, let him love!
Oh God, teach him trust!
Forgive him his past,
I want his love last.
Baby...you’re my present!
Grey in day light
And gold at long night.
I gonna fight
For the sake of my heart,
Do no more work-
We start playing hard.
Cuz I love you
© Copyright: Елизавета Каменщикова, 2020
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