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.
Post je objavljen 29.05.2017. u 19:12 sati.