CrueltyReality is myth, and I want to brake it!
Sometimes I'm missed, Sometimes you can see it.
My body's full of pain,
My brain is full of dreams,
You think, that I'm like rain,
You know - my love is spear...
In reality - I'm smoke,
That hides your fears from others,
One hour - and you're lost,
In battle for black boxes:
In battle for a question,
In battle for a time,
In battle for a secret,
But now you have survived...
Why? What for? Why you need this pain?
What is it in your heart? Is it blood, or is it vein?
You were screaming... I said "Stop this!"...
And you woke up in bed, in peace...
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Вот это был мой опыт в написании стихов на английском.
Yaranga, что ты можешь по этому поводу сказать?
Товарищ
Vibe, это как раз тот случай
Когда показывают "в первый раз", "просто так" или "о как у меня получилось, зацените"