What is unknown, but the poet says it happens with the one whose breath you feel.
Even if it belongs to someone else!
To some, it may be a mistake!
To some, a judgment.
To me, it's hope, on the contrary,
it's a breath.
It's been a long time since I've felt this emotion, a long time since I've listened to this breath, my buddy,
Was every tear worth it?
Was every moment temporary?
Was every sincere word reassuring?
I don't know, I can't know...
I am a poet but I cannot draw this life.
I am a poet but I cannot truly love,
I cannot succumb to it!
I cannot submit to life, I cannot revive my exhausted tears over and over again!
I loved, my friends, I loved tonight.
I fell in love when I looked at those hands raising a glass to those eyes.
I fell for the impossible.
I might lose, but it was still worth feeling tonight, my friends,
Even if she looks into my eyes and says "I love her", I loved getting lost in her eyes.
Now my tears are falling but I'm alone again, as nobody sees them, my friends.
This is not fate, this is an impossible feeling.
Ownerless.
This is the never-ending summary of this night.
I fell for the beloved one in the eyes of those raising a glass to me.
14.12.2023 - 01:20
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