Words can’t begin to tell.Curse you? What are you, in fact!We both in our lives failed flame from the wind shield.Shout after, you’re not my hero?It is you, gone, do not.Although now fell into the mouth of hell,You do not pull me over. His fate with mine not folded.And I every minute cherished. Words that feeling alive, You did not deserve it.Break up with complete silence.Much easier than a Creek to wheeze.Said “Love”, but suddenly Cipla And correctly. Silent — sometimes honest.