Pure love*
You cut my heart without a knife
Your love is sweeter than my life
All doctors losers with their treat
You are instead of wine or weed
You blow my mind without a wind
Your every tag is what I need
You cover everything I had
By any word you drive me mad
You burn my blood without a fire
It seems you wanna make me die
It seems I'm no one in this life
But don't pretend, we know it's lie!
23.02.
Pure love
© Copyright: Руслан Арсененков, 2021
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