My darling

I need you `cos I can’t feel
Nothing blue nothing real.

Sky is cloudy, where are you?
I feel something, something new.

I think moe it is true
Oh my darling I love you

I need your lips I need your love
Oh my loving be all mine.

I need your touch I need your smile
Without you I can`t survive.

But now I know that where is trouble
Your heard belong to another
Not me poor poet

Pridané dňa 13. 9. 2006 od Zanelli
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Gnaag povedal:

13. 9. 2006 o 20:20

I have nothing but a simple advice. Try to write in your native…
dupka666 povedal:

13. 9. 2006 o 21:01

vitaj na ghette jozo!!!uz sa tesim na tvoje povacsinou basnicke diela
dadynka povedal:

16. 9. 2006 o 19:48

cau moj milacik, si este vacsi romantik ako ja … rasties … a vies, ze Rimbaud napisal svoje najlepsie basne do svojich 19-stich rokov?
zinfa povedal:

16. 9. 2006 o 22:48

To samé pre mojho miláčika. Kiežby to raz prečítal. Nejako ho tu dotrepem aj keď snáď pohrda umením, to sa mu iste zapáči.
Henry Gee povedal:

17. 9. 2006 o 18:36

Po svojich 19-tich rokoch už Rimbaud nenapísal žiadne básne..
divozienka povedal:

21. 10. 2006 o 20:10

dokelu to uz som tusim v tom stadiu..