I always thought that I was ready,
To close the book of our story,
To close my heart just like your eyes,
And to finally let you rise.I can not see this wax doll,
She does not look like you at all,
I am facing a wall,
Will I be strong enough not to fall?I can not hear this man talk,
I tried, I try but I block,
My thoughts I want to lock,
Away I want to walk.I can not see those people cry,
They say you went high,
I wish I could die,
And meet you in the sky.I want to stay in deny,
If it means no goodbye,
I do not want to lie,
But I do not want any goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
To live, To love, To leave
Poezja"Life is about love and love is about lives." - Sm-L_books