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(~colddanfeettan dA)

Going home

It takes time to come down the steps

They are long and steep

I cling to the staircase

High heels are insecure

But they have to proceed

I look for the key

Of the big iron door

You have already left

Would not see me

Keeping my back straight

While walking down that alley

Will not see

How tears swelled up too high

And poured down

Melting with them

My flirty make up

All the pretty face

Did not see

The square emptied by night

Only one accidental passer-by

Streching his hands towards me

And letting me fall into his arms

As if didn't have

Nobody in the world

Post je objavljen 25.10.2006. u 21:09 sati.