My dreams are covered in thick dust,
Inside my head is where they rust.
My thoughts are shadows of my world,
And hate is something that they hold.
And when I see your crystal eyes,
My heart will melt, my feelings rise.
But then, you simply walk away,
My presence does not make you stay.
This is the end - no future near.
My feelings that have been so dear
Will cut me with a paper knife,
No hope is found in my own life.
So all I do is simply bleed,
Because the things I really need
Are always lost and never found,
They kill and never make a sound.
And when you walk past me again,
I try to hide away my pain.
Your charming smile is all I need
To heel my wound and never bleed.
Bleed
© Copyright: Тисельская Алиса, 2019
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