About Track and forget, poet,
Your muse-not the whore,
Redeem at the heart of a bright light-
Let yourself gently knocks and dull.
You`re in the eye you look these false-
There is no love in them, no affection, no passion.
You understand, it is a secular stuff,
It is the devil, and you in her power.
Get up on his knees in front of her
And read poetry-prayers ...
In these hectic days of rabid
You`re touching razor,
Tortured hands in blood,
When the heart is yearning and slush,
You think, "This is love,
When I want to howl and cry.
Evil love with me, Satan,
Not like so it means ... "
Not with you she laughs,
Not with you, infection, crying.
And with other sins administers
And someone else gets the coach.
Well, fool, you write poems to her,
Well kiss her portraits?
D A, first you do not, and what ?!
Crime, like no!
You and I are so much alike
Well, let the skeleton in the closet!
We are neither cold nor hot
-From The former proc no.
That`s freedom, just a pity
That`s the way man!
About On-beautiful and intelligent,
I put it mildly, is different.
She is slim, but I`m full,
She-the owner of "one hundred percent",
I-and incompetent bungler.
And her leg-like a flower,
And I-"bear paw".
It is elegant and small,
I-even above your height.
She is calm and sweet-
With me you is not easy.
She and gentle, and honest;
I-lying. And sometimes quick-tempered.
But at night you do not know sleep.
And you-not with her. You-with me.
L Yubit not know how handsome
-They Allow love!
My heart us scoundrels,
And that they do not destroy!
We love the eyes, ears,
Get out of control ...
In my heart understand everything themselves:
-Play Handsome with you!
But late! Already under hypnosis,
And the circle goes head ...
And at the heart of love, like a splinter!
Hardly love you alive!
E Sche these are in the world,
What a joke felts, roofing seriously,
With a kiss on the cheek marks,
Anywhere-in the forehead il nose.
Touch the lips-a taboo sacred.
Layer of lipstick to them as poison.
I`m surprised that I do not deny.
They lips terrible revenge.
They do not know the taste of caramel,
Or strawberries in the meadow-
They briefly touch cheeks,
Ile hand peck on the run.
Yes, there are such unfortunates,
Weak stomach spawn.
And our lips like flags,
To know-did not give up the fortress!
H Itat try between the lines,
Predict decisions then over.
A flock of jackdaws and forty
Autumn rain had driven under the roof.
I am a high norovlyu,
I`m in the clouds dream Vita.
And the prices-up, though ruble,
By stolnik, but grow.
I hope the music of rain
Nice to hear the voice echoing.
And someone goes out of necessity,
I`m angry-answer me laugh.
All out of place, everything upside down,
My opinions are not new:
Must live easier then to
Do not laugh someone word.
I I understand very clearly:
All people have a dream,
That never worked,
And be on the positions of honor!
For these purposes, there is no better,
How to become a people`s deputy,
In this case, immediately become rich,
And do not operate for many years!
Again, only a single term,
That he stays in power,
Anyone understand: what is the life of happiness,
And navoruet money for future use!
The moral of the story is:
To people live richly,
Everyone should deputy,
For life to spend at least two times il!
B Yl evening. In wine glasses played.
Played pop trio.
I heart toy handed to you-but
You rejected him playfully.
"You are my feelings play!-I have spoken.-
Love-not a toy, but! »
In response, you grimaced, "You are in my life-the player.
Do you play Bergerac?
As you only plays hot blood.
But the passion of the game is dying.
And the fact that you decided to play in love,-
What role does not play! »
I went out. Played in the river lights.
Leaped in her chest zealous ...
I lost fate! ... And in the abyss of the river
Played straight down his head ...
T s remember-being in the prime of life,
Romeo drank the bitter juice of hemlock,
Because they do not want to live another minute
Without the girl he loved?
Do you know that for many years
Slain in the heart of Cupid`s arrows
Petrarch for his beloved Laura
Almost every day resigned sonnet?
In the stories and examples are countless,
When according to the oath paladin
In the name of the lady in the fight entered the man
And fall into this fight is honored.
In short, and I
In my heart to you is the same garbage.
I you do not need standing.
I do not need you lying ...
And in some other form
I do not need too.
In the summer and with a big bouquet.
Without flavor and not in the summer.
All my impulses to you
Remain unanswered ...
How stale beer,
As a loaf that had fallen into a puddle ...
Absolutely, no doubt,
I absolutely do not need!
So what am I different
Then when all the honest people?
I`m not handy.
That means-I`m free!
E E can be hidden in the bosom,
Dimensions as Cheburashka,
Very similar to the doll
The work is economical,
Eats, though bird,
Comfortable and beautiful,
Under the turnstile passes,
Graceful as poltorashka,
In short, it is an ideal,
M Do not is not important the color of your eyes.
I do not care how wide
Your hips and pelvis.
I`m not interested parameters
Circumference of your chest,
I do not care what your waist size ...
I was captivated by the beauty of your soul,
Your charming smile and your dreams.
Mind and kindness-that embodied
In the reality of life beauty.-
That beauty that does not wither ever:
That beauty that will not go away
And do not cheat ...
In From bouquets and ran,
SMS, show-off, candies,
Quarrel, shouting, parting,
"Why did not you call?"
"You bastard, you forgot me!"
"Gad, you do not love me!"
"As a carnation? What a hnya? "
"Shuba where? You promised! "
"Klavka also congratulated?"
"You who call all night?"
"Yes what nafig meeting?"
"I want to like the one in advertising!"
"Well, where gift to mum?"
There were no myocardial?
Guys, on the 9th March !!!