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 #