I dream deeply and my thoughts miss. Stretching your arm toward you, and you smile at me. I bite my lip and I smile at you.
But I dream again, and I miss ... your face, your comforting ... your frightening scent. Your face raises my cold thoughts ... I began to deny the words and to paint my soul in gloomy colors. Let me close myself and dream. Let's dream of anything except you. It's a huge miss that hurts me and lets me burn slowly ... unceasingly.
To love, to love as if I die tomorrow ... I would have liked it. I smile faded and think ... no, I do not think of you. I'm thinking of my soul lost in your words and smile. White and black, empty and full ... I and you. We are opposed and we lose ourselves in this great world ...
Our souls are the paper that time puts his story with his pen that leaves deep traces ... scars in time ...
Your eyes, your eyes, your lips, your voice, your body, your comfort ...
But now it seems like winter is in my soul. My heart froze, and my feelings broke like the frosting on the sidewalks.
Deserted eyes and cold heart ...
I feel a little tired and I'm lying in memories ... I'm the soul full of love, longing, madness, admiration ... of you ...
I do not call you in my soul; you alone sneak in it easily ... You are like a thorn and gently stroking me. I like the pain that provokes me and can not stop. I'm guilty without any blame, I just want you to come back to me again ...
But now just shut up, so I'm closing in my black-gray soul and waiting for you to come.
