Your time is while the candles burning,
And while I'm listening to you.
Your time is while the leaves are falling,
My own is while I'm getting through.
My life as yours depends on something
So quick, invisible to touch.
Today I see my hopes all crashing,
And don't you think that it's too much?
Please take my hand and tell you're mine
Despite this thunder & this lightening.
And don't you dare to draw the line
Between our lives-it is too frightening!
Another day I'll close the door-
The only one who will be crying
Is my own shadow on the floor-
I left it there, I saw it dying.
My wish to leave is in my wish to live.
You are my past and that's the main objection
The only answer I can give:
It is not love but just affection!
Your time
© Copyright: Черёмуха, 2009
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