If there will be a day I say
I've seen that world and I know sence,
My angel, pull the trigger with no tense.
Moronic thoughts will come and go,
But wisdom is the rarest guest,
My door is always open for the best.
And there is no a teacher like
Our loving destiny with strike,
This strike will always hurt you not for long,
They're used to tell you what is goal,
Perhaps there's piece of true, but small,
The life expects your own written song.
Thus I was born for hide and seek
With own heart to stay unique,
But no one ever promised easy way.
The flowers couldn't help me cause
They also lived on sinful earth.
Not looking for an answer, though I pray
For a love, for a chance
That we some day will throw a glance
At life which we were born for, for romance.
For a chance
© Copyright: Андрей Константинов 3, 2021
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