Girl
Girl
Was a boy in the heart of the night, tired of the cold world
Hearts to a girl with a soft look and pain
She had a look because singing on the nights of the blur
Sugar lip, her eyes, chest full of snake bite
Kisses became bridge, between laughter and her charm
Warm arms, more poisonous than his blood
Every night like the flame burned in his arms
But he did not know that fire was not the result of pain
The girl took her off her silent pleasure
Her chest on her chest.
Every point of promise, every kiss of pain
Until the boy, he became a semi -groan between the flame and the Sherr
Suddenly he went and the boy would only stay in those nights
With a torn heart, a fever, and the eyes he read:
Love means, a bloody chest and an empty embrace
Lipstick on a nightless, unnecessary night ...
Years passed and the fire sat under the ashes
Sudden
The girl came back, with a laugh like New Testament
He said: Open your heart, make us a palace from him
A boy with a broken heart, tired, but lover
Opening his arms, in an unanswered sunshine
A few nights, the palate hidden the girl
The soul was out of the faith as the ax.
Bone and bone, our man became a breathless
The girl, without saying, "I went to the cage
Subscriber and the boy, stayed in pain, and the pain
In his eyes, yesterday's laughter like a razor to round
He said: It was certain of his arms, his lip to John
I wish you realized love, there was no game from the bone ...
Girl like a flower of half -laughter
With a deceptive look and kisses
Whatever he did, he was of cravings, not a burning of the heart
Lake the boy saw it, because prayerless prayer
You were killing her with a cute, because the fish is trapped
He would occasionally beat him at dinner
He was in that chest, his lip of sugar
Lick in the heart, except cravings, not love, not bad
He grabbed the boy's hand and shed
He was chest to chest, sometimes in the dawn
He kisses and laughs, he said, "All me!"
Lake went tomorrow and did not come back like that
Neither a message, not a look, no regret, no shame
Went and remained and regrets, tired, sick and
Anyone who saw him said, "This is no longer a man
Is a poet but to his blood, he was legendary
Sometimes at night, in his imagination, a kiss would come
At that moment, his laughter shakes him
Kiss like a prey on the wound and went
Throw a lover's soul into the fire and fall
The girl never tasted the taste of love
In his eyes, it was neither tears, no splendor of restlessness
She smiled and cute, she was a player of roles
Abducted the hearts, without wanting to be his own
Did not know love but knew his language
Cute and deceitful, killing the hearts
His kisses were tail playing with John and Dell
His hands, soft livestock in this deadly flower role
Anyone who fell into his trap came as the slave
Neither lover, no friend, no companion, who is played
The innocent of the Prophet, but he doesn't.
The only pleasure of the game is just the pleasure of hunting
After the palate, it goes without
Because the cold breeze, no other
#behnammohtarami #
short story