I love the way you're looking for the sun.
I need your skin and smell of your smooth neck.
I lose control when search the way to run.
And I find at all, but never can go back.
And I need a chance, I want to change
The mirror of my life, the needles in my soul.
Without a bloody knife, I must brake the wall.
I'm growing up, but staing who I am.
Forgivness is not what I want to get.
I really don't want to be one of them,
Who realise themselves with lie and a fake respect.
Mirror of my life
© Copyright: Дмитрий Луцковский, 2012
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