Poets of nothing are writing their poems
Befuddling, hypnotizing, they're ready to go on
Telling they love you, they're never be gone,
They make you believe them without a proem
And then they confuse you and force you to do
Disgraceful, disgusting things they call 'screw'
Trust me, my passion, why can't you see
That's not what you want, that's not what you need
Listening to stories you're breaking from me
I beg you, oh baby, how can't you feel?
Moving too close, they're changing your view
Poets of nothing are writing their poems
For you
08.07.2011
Poets Of Nothing
© Copyright: Аслан Косакян, 2011
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