ponedjeljak, 29.05.2017.
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Your little pain Almost does not even want to hurt you It's just a slight burning That does not kill But what grinds It's a little pain Almost like it was not It's like a tangerine. It has a bittersweet juice Where does this pain come from? If the cause is not seen If not for lack of love So it's a pain of what? Do not expose this pain. It's precious, it's only yours. Do not show her she has shyness It is a hidden side of the moon It is neither vice nor custom It must be restlessness There is nothing to get her Inside your heart Maybe it's the pain of being Only the one who has it Or will it be the pain of seeing The pain of going further It's okay to be the pain of whoever Not satisfied Do not kill her, keep her well Saved on the bottom of the chest. |
