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Body I HAD ENOUGH......

I'm tired of when I call you, you don't pick up,
I'm tired of when I ask you to come you don't pich up,
I'm tired of your stories,
They don't even make some sweet memories,

I wish I was like a river to just flow,
I guess I don't know,
I'm done I'm done,
Don't even look at me am gone,

you left me in lot of gloomy,
I don't even have a remedy,
Girl I had enough of your liers,
They pretty hurts ,

Just know that you are a history,
Soon you will be a mystery,
I just had enough,
I don't don't wanna pretend like I'm tough,

All I can say now is goodbye,
It was nice to know you,
You left me in pool of crocodiles,
But I will try to be like weaves,

I'm done and I'm gone,
I don't regret that,
You have burn I did not have an hat,
Actually know that I will never be on of you again. ....
simple simon Jan 2017
Without much await
We start of with a little hate
Not too much though coz it'll spoil the paste

Time to put your heart at stake
So to the mix add heart break
An essential ingredient for this dark cake

Take some voices and a bit of ur troubled past
Blend it with your bad choices and a pich of lust
This will help the cake form a firm crust

Well its time for us to bake
So fire up the oven with untamed rage
And let's wait for our mistakes to form our dark cake
Jozef Vizdak Jun 2016
Light gave itself to the blind
(forming the tones of a rainbow
in front of their souls)
but they did not know it
and being scared and scarred
by many a sound or touch
in their eternal night
forced on them in simplest
evilest waves of rain
(and choruses of thunder)
they rejected the perspective
forever in their halls of shadow
each one separately dwelling
on cold stones of time
with wheel spinning round
the world as explicitly
as the moon and the sun

Then when the Light left
in search for open shores
they felt a backstab on the
top of their spines (a gentle
pich that span their believes
out of line with the dark
in their hearts) but it was
just the closing starless night
(and it was far too late )
that brought false order
back to its unworthy place
(where it was then and now
and will be unchallenged
alone)
Ruslan Oct 31
It's alright begin it's the cool *******,
You can back to go it's algan zaman.
You can sleep to boy my of President,
It's no ******* man olb of skull begin.

This is Vova **** old this mather ****,
Vova Putin **** olda ul tura.
It's tatar in say on the Butterfield,
No tomorrow screen it's okay in san.

Old to back my friend kisses boy the big,
Togargan yakta oldan zamanda.
Yashagan haman ul bulgan gandon,
It's my President old the ****** pig.

Cool to you of me altogether boy,
I'm it's our okay you can sleep to go.
That my President olgan pich it's wife,
Olgan it's tatar in the it's take it.

You and this my friend you consort to go,
Thanks it's ol alright you go mather ****.
To you go in you it's okay to go,
Thank yyou day to go olgan this zaman.

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