I listen to the song of the poems I can't write for hours
It's my current without being silent!
And I'm waiting for the night so you will come to my dreams.
What did you take when you leave me?
I take my pen.
It stays before completing the first word.
I can write neither a poem nor what you pass on you.
I am looking for traces of you with a thousand hope. My breaths that don't fit in my rib cage are witnessing my wasted hopes. I know actually their states, but I still can't prevent them to multiply the two -day.
Do you know?
I listen to the song of the poems I can't write for hours. Each note stands in front of me. I caress your wave hair without seeing anyone. Something warm is flowing into me.
I guess I got a child again! My eyes look full ...
How long did you commit to my heart, without realizing it! I haven't realized that you have been a one more than me. Maybe you are aware of me. Tell me, are you aware of the one?
Should I tell you what's going on as soon as I look into your eyes?
Or I am not indecisive to tell me if I wouldn't. And then, like a guilty who confessed to his guilt, I spilled what his gaze told me.
First of all, I fall to the lost lands.
Then he keeps unlimited infidels in my essence
A thousand kinds of sadness.
He sets up a tent into the gaps of my heart that misses you.
Time carries something indescribable of me
Towards your city and the capital of my love
Forget the seconds I consumed by counting one by one
As if you were in a deep sleep and I am softly
It is passing to erase the gaze that plays to the grief in his picture.
Or what do I know, you know a smile on that picture
And that's how to laugh like this is very good.
Then burn silently with your longing.
What is it touching from those looks
I wish I could fuck and explain
Drinks from the pupils to me
After a dream I see my hopes
As I said, my hearts that make my heart are
The song you gift on my way to my tongue
Sleep with you.
Narrowing the mornings when I woke up without you,
I say the heart is against the heart.
And as you look forward to the day of the day you will return.
Address votions for good news.
I rehearse my joys when you return.
I said I miss you so much
May my soul fall on the roads and flow towards you
May my soul cross the seas and look at their pupils
Come on, come out now, come out
The wind moaning in my ears,
Silen the clouds crying in my eyes.
Console the night separated from the black
The stars will fall asleep.
Semi -awake half sleepy
Dawn falls to the day
Maybe the sun will smile soon, but you are not!