• bey5151 10w

    There is no shame
    Not is it a sense of regret that rolls the tongue
    Then fingers clenched and hair subjected to annoyance

    It all came not by accident
    Because the fine thread is already in the span and is concluded
    If it all has to end then there's nothing left
    If the cup has been empty and cracked
    Don't leave it quietly but destroy it

    For it is not worth the longing to turn into a grudge
    Inappropriate love turns to anger
    Then the poison spread.

    No more tenderness
    The power of genuine smiles
    No more happy
    It's all over in the swallow of regret