Do you hear
What I’m silent about...
What are my eyes howling about...
But I don’t want to...
I just want to see your eyes,
in my delirium...
I just want to be near you,
not that it would be true...
You’re the bravest,
of all those who’ve been humiliated by the world...
You’re a bitch,
and you’ve killed my nerves...
I don’t love...
I’m afraid not to say,
that my eyes are howling...
And you, in that night,
are dying for our...
us.
Свидетельство о публикации №126091104667