duminică, 14 mai 2017

No tricks

Don't tell me stories
About that immortal love of yours
Because, sadly, you can only bore me to death
Don't tell me that I miss the world
When world was lost for me since ever
We're sad, emotive little creatures
That lie themselves that love is all they need
When you will gather this foolish trap
I won't be there for you to trick


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