In vain the storm frightened us,
You say any sailor
What storms are you afraid is unlikely,
In fact the storm - nothing.
The storm only stronger hands
And a sail will help to go.
Much more difficult not to go mad with boredom
And to withstand a complete calm.
Be my death,
Become my pain,
So good for you,
So good for you,
So four wings around the perimeter of the sky
That screaming body hot and ridiculous,
To dry mouth to the perimeter of the pulse.
Don't kiss!
In her eyes, not read a monologue soul
Hiding behind a smile something again in a hurry,
Still so naive, but wants to appear adult,
Complex feelings for her game, because it's just.
And she was happy, gathering unhappiness per serving
And only at the contact her status will draw out emotions.