Selection 2

Some words break you like that. Sometimes being rejected is that the man you admire doesn't want you. If you speak, the words sink in your throat, you can't swallow. You give up later. You light a cigarette-like me. Forgetfulness surrounds your body, you open a song.

Do you know what happens? I find myself a little bit by bit in every song played.

You know what?

Your voice, your smell, your smile, your gaze, again and again, excite my heart that you have divided into pieces. This is the night of your absence? While I was crying in tears

I kept writing so I don't think I was numb, but I could not read it. Every line I wrote addressed your eyes. Do you know what, darling? Live love for one person... The burden is heavy, it burns your heart, your soul, your body... You want to say it is not durable, but the words do not fall out from your tongue. It tells the feelings out of spite. That's why I'm in love with your eyes, even if they don't want me. Look, you will see my love in my eyes, the value I give.

Eyes know no fear, dear, when your tongue is tied he speaks. I imprisoned you deep inside me. I built my walls with my hands so that no one but you could enter, it makes me happy to love you like this. Look in front of me again your dream, as if you never left, as if you were always by my side. Like the last time, I saw you, like the day I saw you for the first time ...

I do not know how long this will last, to love you to death like this ... There is no fight in this love. There is always a longing, there is always waiting ... It is raining, darling. I am lonely as raindrops. And I am scared madly. Because you are telling someone the sentences you are afraid to make for the first time. He tells you the things he said to everyone

Now the burden of the world on my shoulders, the fire of love for you in my heart; Someone else's lips on your shoulders, someone else's scent mixed with your scent. I'm still waiting for you on that street. A voice is rising from my smoky lungs.

-There is something, you can understand but I cannot tell you. I write only, I write continuously but you cannot listen, you cannot read. You know you all know very well.

You are sleepy, but if you sleep, you will be unfair to a lot of the memories you live. If you sleep, it is as if you will choose the escape route. But my every way comes to you. If I sleep without kissing you my dreams will be halfway