Singer: Natividad. Page 2

Under my skin would launch
dolphins flock, however,
I die inside you
I miss you.

Though it hurts
but I love you so much.
And Wake up,
this is just my poems
and I'm dehydrated.

Don't lock yourself in shirt, take a deep breath,
I know I'm overweight and I'm not the one,
I'll be only a memory, step, or stage.
And, by the way, we probably would die together.
We buried over entrances five-story building,
Will open the next hour flower even,
I was never happy, know,
but the stability is great,
the rest doesn't matter.

And I just sat and cried.
Not what I was looking for the line spacing in your messages
but just because weak.
Because get every day to start over
look in the arches between the puddles reflected.
Because there is nothing to tell
you on the phone at night.
Remember, how you look, and on mobile
the whole gallery of your photos.

Not everyone receiving the letter is happy.

Pierrot wrote about it, not to remember evil against me.
Piero took to drink and died on Vyhino,
fucking in the kitchen-the five-storey building,
obviously knowing about the tragedy of our.

Apathy toward everyday life.
It feels as if the temperature in the bed:
most want to be uncovered, rather than something to change.
And in each dream back in the summer
clutching envelopes of lucky tickets.

I dreamed that you died,
forget and die now.
You know, you're dead to me
now you've got a shadow.
I drown you in that bloody splash,
you know, I kill people.

It seemed that lonely is when no one on the outside, and was alone - when no one is inside.