We always used to be together…
It can’t depend on time or weather.
It can’t depend on our moods,
And of amount of this long foots.
You know me better than myself.
You know all books on my bookshelf.
You know which cigarettes I smoke.
If you leave me, it will be the stroke.
It will be stroke for my poor soul,
My poisoned coffee is in your bowl.
If you want go, I’ll follow you,
If you want die, I’ll die with you.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=174299
Рубрика: Вірші, що не увійшли до рубрики
дата надходження 26.02.2010
автор: anyuta