Rockabilly poetry

Александра Зассеева
Every my step with you was sweeter
Than even air I need to breath to.
Every my dream was linked with your face,
Which finally your choice was to erase.

I've decided to run
From my thoughts far away.
From the moon to the sun,
From the night to the day.

But the only one thing all around I can see
Is the feeling that you are still living in me.