What I’m for you? Another friend?
Or, may be, something more?
I wanna touch you by my hand
And kiss, but feel unsure…
I lay in darkness every night,
And want you to be near.
Every day is like a fight,
All things are so unclear…
And being far away from me,
You maybe hear my voice…
But, dear, you still cannot see:
It was your own choice…
12.03.09
Thoughts
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