* * *
Take my breath and hold,
but not longer than moon holds stars,
If my dreams came true, you could give me
a call…
Goodbye my sweet, goodbye.
I’ve never seen your eyes. It’s
the sign –
don’t go into this river, baby.
Sleep well, when writer will describe your
story,
I’ll be over the shadow of your
touch.
My arms are so womanlike, enough.
If your dreams come true, you won’t
give me a call…
Goodbye my sweet, goodbye.
Komentarze (1)
Something very interesting is coming… heh, but I
am pessimist. nice poem.good luck!