She looked at the clock and said to myself: "Fool, he doesn't call. Just learn not to wait." And it started to turn, only cigarettes flew, flew, flew and turned into ashes hopes.
Write her a few words maybe it will be easier...
She is proud - first rarely start a conversation..
All he knows is how to call someone on the meeting..
Hysteria, for days to continue mental terror..
To write posts, to hide and to force myself not to call..
she's like a child waiting love, may hope,
write one word to her. she will not ask you to do that.
but you love her. though at times not believed.
not a gift of the word - born in the year of snake, not priemlet falsehood,
constantly something hurts inside, swears, says - worthless.
falls asleep closer to five, and before that, thinks will happen
red goes on the road and writes terribly awkward.
the only thing that is still believing in a miracle
love you, not lying down in quatrains.
text her. she believe s e g o d n I will never forget.
and she really want to believe that you're not angry anymore,
in spite of all that is lived for the fucking day
when the walls of the world is distinctly reminiscent of the steel -
if he says "not jealous" - never, hear, never believe,
the rest is other people's antics. the rest of the snow Jan.
you'll have it...
Pretty little girl with the perfect body proportions.
With blond hair and big eyes.
She will be wearing dresses and wear high heels.
It will be as you want it.
She has a bright soft skin and thin wrists.
And the soul will be revealed to you,
her heart is filled with you.
It will be good. Very.
Will love you and carry your child.
And I'm going to be alone in his apartment, to revel in your favorite Martini.
Love your work and I'll get a cat.
The kitchen will always be full ashtray and a lot of sugar.
I'll have a gentle man, with broad shoulders and strong arms.
Don't know if I love him, but he will love me very much, and will be there always,
and maybe someday I will give him a son or daughter.
It's not important.
Most importantly, I know we will have every happiness.
It will be just like we wanted. Just be near other people.....
And let's not these tantrums?
Without the silly tears, without much ADO. Without a lump in your throat. No coffee at night.
Without hope for the future. No complaints in the past.
Without criticism of the present. Crazy. Without hatred.
Quite childish and naive. Without tenderness. No remnants of love.
Without your words. Without my kisses. Forever.
Parted. Exhaled.
Went on. Only now are WE.
Now YOU.
Now Ya
