sometimes, you know, my heart
i dream of killing you
softly and gently
so wearisome - seeing you
and would be better
if we are separately
go on live our lives
and wouldn`t that be a surprise,
that each and every piece of me,
which`s sparsed by you
is withered
you can barely see
its friendly vizard
coming trough
i really wish to hold your hand, sometimes
not only when i`m falling
but each and every time
i need your ward and loving
but in result - what do i get
the sun comes up
and yet
your not in the right mood
for fondness
God blessed
and i will curse.
you soulless
roughless
who u trying to impress
by the way
if leaving - leave
if staying - stay
i`ll never go through asking
and all that begging shit
u have unmasked me
but u never know me, sweet