A poem written by me. :]
Snow, snow, Ты are perfect.
When Ты fall down, Ты are white. A clean white.
Beauty, beauty.
The beauty of snow.
We put on mittens, we throw on scarves.
We run outside a pick Ты up, ball Ты up,
and toss you.
Then we get cold.
We run inside and drink coffee and cocoa, we
snuggle up, we run hot baths.
Why, snow, why are Ты so cold, so numbing?
~
A new girl at school is seen by the Queen bee.
She is approached.
The Queen bee wears expensive clothes and carries a designer bag.
Her hair is sleek and red, with gorgeous highlights in all the right places.
She isn't skinny, nor is she fat.
She's just right.
"Want to come eat with us?"
The girl eagerly nods and walks to the 'cool' table.
They become good friends.
Till the Queen bee does the unthinkable.
She spreads a rumor.
Of course, the poor new girl never had sex with
the Queen bee's hottie of the week.
The girl is marked off as a whore.
She wonders, why is beauty so cold?
~
Snow, Queen bees.
I must ask you.
Ты are so beautiful, yet so cold. Why?
~
Snow, snow, Ты are perfect.
When Ты fall down, Ты are white. A clean white.
Beauty, beauty.
The beauty of snow.
We put on mittens, we throw on scarves.
We run outside a pick Ты up, ball Ты up,
and toss you.
Then we get cold.
We run inside and drink coffee and cocoa, we
snuggle up, we run hot baths.
Why, snow, why are Ты so cold, so numbing?
~
A new girl at school is seen by the Queen bee.
She is approached.
The Queen bee wears expensive clothes and carries a designer bag.
Her hair is sleek and red, with gorgeous highlights in all the right places.
She isn't skinny, nor is she fat.
She's just right.
"Want to come eat with us?"
The girl eagerly nods and walks to the 'cool' table.
They become good friends.
Till the Queen bee does the unthinkable.
She spreads a rumor.
Of course, the poor new girl never had sex with
the Queen bee's hottie of the week.
The girl is marked off as a whore.
She wonders, why is beauty so cold?
~
Snow, Queen bees.
I must ask you.
Ты are so beautiful, yet so cold. Why?
~
what a stupid! love! love! love! "i Любовь love" "everybody needs to be a lover" "true love" all those stupid words! "bla bla bla"
Любовь is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , Ты can't even define it. Ты know why? because it isn't there! that's why Ты can't say i am in Любовь and say the same word after two years или two days.
Ты see, if it worked with your lover, Ты 'll say Ты loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
Ты are all stupid, lovers!
Ты aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
Ты may not believe me now, but Ты will, in few years in your life.
Любовь is a legend.
Любовь is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , Ты can't even define it. Ты know why? because it isn't there! that's why Ты can't say i am in Любовь and say the same word after two years или two days.
Ты see, if it worked with your lover, Ты 'll say Ты loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
Ты are all stupid, lovers!
Ты aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
Ты may not believe me now, but Ты will, in few years in your life.
Любовь is a legend.