You are affecting me when the moon is drawing the night,
I am watching the sky and it starts to be very clear.
Like if your face is in front of my window in light,
All I know I just want you right now and right here.
Silence comes when I am talking to you on the phone,
Hundred languages, million accents, but nothing is helpful,
I am shy and don’t have any rights to your soul,
But I’d sell all my soul just to not be so spiritually awful.
I accept my mistakes, I was wrong when I left you in dark,
You remember my holding your hand and all of my phrases,
Night in “Space”, then you went and my morning was biting as shark,
Your Cairo was contra my Sharm with my failings and rises.
What we gain, what we loose? Just some steps in the night!
Our morning is coming, but souls are exhausted,
We look to each other and have even nothing to fight,
We have nothing to judge, all the bills are already offset.
Hug me silently…and accept I am spiritually poor,
Just confirm me, just give me permission for living,
I will fall to your hugs, will be kind, no more…
I deserve your forgiveness! Forgive me…
10.08.2012