Death of Love

Ивана Винтер
03/07/2018
You think you are a King,you think you think
No matter what it is your lies will stink
This poem is for you last time, last time
My dreams are not allowed even sometimes
You looked at me so long,so long, so long
I know your love is strong, and mine is strong...
I had my love and faith, more love, less faith
But this is our death, for love its death