i'm sick of looking for a sense.
the sense already makes no sense.
i want to feel you gentle hand,
imagine that it'll never end.
i want to know that you're mine,
despite the days are passing by,
need some affection in your eyes
and hear your sincere laugh.
please, tell me all your hidden thoughts!
will you accept me with my flaws?
i want to love and want to feel,
im hoping that you also will.
please, give at least a single glance!
i lied, once more, it's not enough.
i'm tired of such an aching pain
let's love each other, come what may.
i have no power to go on
and melting slowly like a snow.
come what may
© Copyright: Инна Райская, 2019
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