Tole je poezija, which is propagated doooolgo in my diary. Unwritten was 5 years ago when I left my first great love. Youth is madness! And of course the cutting leaving just experiment! :)
His name
in her little room light was burning, she
the window is premražena čepela.
's sad silent scream
at a moment eagerly awaited.
In the hands of the holder picture is
the paper printed her heart.
image of the boy's happy days
she now in the hands of the case.
that moment she felt the warmth of tears,
that caused by the image this.
The pale moonlight pulls something from his pocket,
something that used many of the girls.
metal blade in the spotlight of Zaleski,
fall to the floor the first drop of blood.
Slowly pulling the blade inside,
cut into the skin of his name.
But pain is unsustainable,
is no hurt,
hurt by the memories of those happy days.
in pain that night fell asleep,
the light of day is no longer displayed.
morning and find it a pale blue,
next to her bloody blade.
in her little room light was burning, she
the window is premražena čepela.
's sad silent scream
at a moment eagerly awaited.
In the hands of the holder picture is
the paper printed her heart.
image of the boy's happy days
she now in the hands of the case.
that moment she felt the warmth of tears,
that caused by the image this.
The pale moonlight pulls something from his pocket,
something that used many of the girls.
metal blade in the spotlight of Zaleski,
fall to the floor the first drop of blood.
Slowly pulling the blade inside,
cut into the skin of his name.
But pain is unsustainable,
is no hurt,
hurt by the memories of those happy days.
in pain that night fell asleep,
the light of day is no longer displayed.
morning and find it a pale blue,
next to her bloody blade.