Inability to love is painful and frightening Bashny.Net

< Felix Komarov



Inability to love is painful and frightening.
If there is only love, why am I alone?
And with a running start on the wall, from the pain of yesterday.
Again, Father did not come and be crucified son.
And seeing the love, it is no longer believing.
Only the heart of the ribs meet explode ...
And meted out will be one measure that Meyrueis,
Through closed eyelids, blinding sunrise.
I live in a dislike, but love is a bone,
And hinders swallowing and prevents breathing.
And an iron chained heart rage.
Curse easier than to trust and wait.
But about only love it air and food.
And the Father will not come because he's here.
Even if the black smoke around the ashes ...
Peace reigns love - it was to be, and there is!