No tears any more, no crying
Don’t knock at my door, I’m tired.
I’ve changed number phone,
U've noticed,
Don’t knock at my door, no protests.
I don’t feel the hurt
Don’t worry,
I don’t want to hear that u’r sorry.
U must be ‘too smart’ to get
That it doesn’t make me upset.
So, don’t care about my heart,
try a new love story to start.
Don’t knock at my door, oh please,
U know, our love was a miss.
àäðåñà: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=501902
Ðóáðèêà: ˳ðèêà
äàòà íàäõîäæåííÿ 29.05.2014
àâòîð: Tania Burgart