This time has come,
And my dream's become true.
I thought my way is done,
But you looked at me too.
This road was so long,
And I walked here all days,
I was never alone,
I remember this place.
Now the one thing I missed,
I believed that I can,
Just forgive and forget,
But I remember, I’m damned.
Now you are here, near to me,
But without touching you,
I’m just tearing to flee,
Can't be there, see you eyes too.
I’m not tired feeling this,
I’m just used to see you.
Smell your spirits and freeзe,
Trust that dream’ll become true.
Let me look at your face,
Try to look in my eyes,
You will see here a trace,
And some tears without spice.
Missed a thing
© Copyright: Артём Чувайлов, 2017
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