Portrait
I'm drawing your face
remembering /*the*/ past.
I'm enclosed somewhere above
The misery, below the happiness.
Have I broken all? Do I stay
Observing the ruins
in pale autumn light?
And any word you say
Can be the truth, may be the lies.
Can you speak only truth? And who can?
Do you want to attempt it again?
It's worthwhile, really, it justifies
Any effort. To live without lies.
Could we find any way to kill lies?
There is nothing to place between us.
It is one of the things I dream of.
What do I wait for? Why do I hope?
I've colored your hair in red.
So, you aren't less beautiful...
less wonderful...
I look into your eyes on the paper
And want to say to you "I was fool"
But I can't.
Only waiting,
fading,
bleeding,
hoping,
loving remain for me.
We will live in a dream together.
If you are not, I will not either.
Let's create the new better world for us,
Loving, hoping, not planning wonders.
I will never try to imprison.
Understanding's my only reason.
Could we save our love we dream of?
Still I wait. Still I hope.
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