The moment of sun
Is so close to think… But it’s so far to get.
Few seconds of light
That I spent by your side
Were so pretty bright,
I had no place to hide.
You looked so divine, as I thought you were dreams.
Now I realize: nothing is what it seems.
I am on my own
Till the whispers of dawn.
I try to go on,
Going down. Do I drown?
Your sparkling eyes fought with the spalls of your love.
They screamed out for me, it wasn’t enough…
But here comes the end
Of the moments we spent.
I’m too week to stand
And I can’t understand.
My poor head is full with no-sense stacks of trash.
I keep on destroying, I’m waiting for crash.
My coverlet falls.
I hate these four walls,
Twelve telephone calls,
One love, but two souls.
The next covert glance will be lasting again.
Try make it the last, go on trying in vain!!
I covet strange dream.
I lost self – esteem.
But you are so dim,
You’re my best. You’re the cream.
A creak of a door wakes me up late at night,
And I recognized our moments that died.
I see them alive,
Their death takes a rive.
But I took deep dive
Into busy goodbyes.
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