The steps along the sloppy streets,
the smell of grass and dust,
You saw my winnings and defeats,
my hopes and sheer trust.
I'm flipping glossy sheets of life,
preparing for this day,
When I can stand next by your side,
assassinating pain.
Your eyes, your smile, your gentle skin,
the way you talk and walk,
I wanna feel your sins away
with shrieks of our clock.
I wanna know what it's like
to live, to love, to think,
To have a certain solid dike,
be sure you will not sink.
And during all these months I've cried
to meet my sun of soul,
I'm always yours, you're always mine,
don't let me die alone.
Don't let me spread my viscous blood
among the breathless gate,
And when it's night to hear the thud
of my unhappy fate.
So take my hand and let us run
to touch the counter breeze,
Too many things we've now done
to have unneeded tears.
2016
Hopeless
© Copyright: Михаил Францман, 2016
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