Poezie
Maiden
1 min lectură·
Mediu
Get ready my sweet little child
from time to time
as you remember
a flower dies
only for
giving birth to another
get ready
to be hanged
on the outside
of my sky
sweet little
just enough to be
trapped
between me
and tomorrow
child
flesh from my flesh
just blood
shouting after
every second
which makes the past
forgotten
take me
with you.
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