Your cold_shoulder is a scary night.
Why did have fake promises.
Whom you have to love , hate him, merely is your devicen.
No shore in the ocean, i am waiting when the edge will come.
In the grip of waves of grief, out of love, why you left me alone.
Why so cozen? I am pahetic of twig.
Was not adopted, tale had been active every night.
I shouldn't have to feel the colours of love.
Why so deceit? Every night used to call me, "O swallow swallow little swallow"
I am feeling my life as autumn, my cruel hours are abscission.
Why so ruthless? Every night i feel grief and cruel screams.
Why so birse? Now you look at the verge of misery, hatred and anger.
And i sway in the breeze, so painfully, i flow through trees.
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