Τρίτη 26 Σεπτεμβρίου 2017

Στερητικό σύνδρομο αγάπης

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Ανώνυμος είπε...

To you friend
The only man who held my hand
When every day I was worried
For the Future
You I know that even wounded
Are you still there
To wear me
To shorten
My pain till I'm light
I sometimes have a soul in crisis
My joie de vivre to be returned to me
My happiness despises me
To those I have sometimes neglected
Can be a little free
Do not disturb
Me the shipwrecked
On my drunk boat
I have no buoy
No emergency light
I'm not good at caresses
But if you ever ask me
When all hurts me
How it goes, it goes, it goes
On my planet
I'll answer you it goes, it goes, it goes
So so .....