You’re right, you want me to be pleased,
Sometimes I feel I need to breath,
Release my feelings from your body,
This place I always need to study.
Tomorrow will be desperation,
Today I feel like I’m inside
Your soul, inside your fucking question,
Where I’m not able to respond.
To love… What does it mean? To be alive,
To feel your breath, when you are sleeping,
To touch your skin, to keep on strive
For life you see, for life I’m dreaming.
And every day I feel the same
And every day I sink inside you
It was my fault, I made you pray,
But it’s your fault, you make me love you.
© Emily, 2012
you make me love you
© Copyright: Эмили Эмми, 2012
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