Marketing
(~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.