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
