Hello, my last Bashny.Net

< Anshe



Hello, my yesterday ... Today, rain,
and the wind pressure aspen ... Tea with lemon
I warm your hands ... I'm sick again,
but who and what is not clear, dammit ...
Hello, my last ... You wait again ...
I'm lying to myself that somewhere phones
empty ... And our parallel
draws life for different doors.
Hello, my last ... I drink a cocktail
made with bittersweet feelings of contradictions,
I look at the puddle, reflection
stars me nothing, alas, does not tell ...
Hello, my last ... chilly April
and falls on the shoulders of doubt
his anguish, but you keep saying: "It will be ..."
And he adds: "If God tells ..."
Hello, my last, rubbish weather.
You will enter an hour in the mine today,
in spite of bad weather omnipotent
from the word "you" is getting warmer ...
Hello, my today, demolish the brink ...
And we sound ... and the rain at the end.
Stealing crumbs of happiness in
unfreedom at intervals not their calendars ...
Well, today, I have to go
in blind tomorrow night in half,
where moonlight spilled on the carpet
giving a particle of your sun.
Like it or not, I will come,
and you're in my dreams I breathe gently on the back.
And we have a novel of intimacy and caresses
leave unfinished head ...