Poems from Kristinisme
Who could ever knew
The one I trusted and loved
Could ever hurt me and leave me in misery
I ask myself why?
That this can not be a lie...
I am the kerosene that awaits the spark
For you I will burn high and reach the sky
I will burn a village or two from hilltop and back ...
We met few occasions or so
We chatted few times or more
They may have been short or brief,
But worth a memory! I ask myself
Why a guy...