Collection of rejection letters,
For you It doesn't matter.
I'm cold, I need your sweater.
Can't stop becoming better.
Whatever happens, happens.
The highest always low.
In every simple sentence
I try to hide unknown.
Some people play with fire,
But my thought is above.
Your wings are my desire
If only you could love...
20.05.19 ©Стася
(Максим Стаськів)
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=838422
Рубрика: Лирика
дата надходження 11.06.2019
автор: Моряк