Weird

Светик Петрова
Weird... you say you love me but I can't stop crying,
Seems I'm losing something that I never even had,
I miss, I burn, I boil in my porridge, almost dying,
You make me smile but I'm shedding tears instead.
You and me are tiny twigs of hugest tree,
You grow above, I dwell somewhere beneath,
Surrounded by blooming flowers and restless bees
We never even shared that amazing single kiss.
Weird... you caress me with your best selected words
But the more you do the more I lower my eyes,
I love you and why the heck it so much hurts?
Where are the bees, why twigs attacked by flies?
Or are these swarming memories of lively mind?
They only stagger psyche unstable like a wind,
The more you give me light the more I`m blind,
But still I feel you with the goose bumps on my skin.
Like oil stain penetrates the core of cotton cloth,
I cannot drag you out from my bleeding heart,
Tied by strongest ropes, betrothed by silent oath,
We're just two shadows following each other at dark.
Weird... but the further you go the closer I get,
Like summer breeze I wrap you with my odor,
Following your awkward steps at crimson sunset
I stretch my palms and sensibly touch your shoulder.
You say you need me and I catch your words like rain,
They touch the inner depths of buried us,
You gave me love though weirdly it turned in pain
But still you sing of love under the same galactic stars.
Step by step I join you to sing in sweetest unison,
This love still stirs my strings like blast of wind,
You start with accord and we both complete the song,
You are the hugest meaning of my simple everything...
- Svetlank@ -