I will bring you the Moon, take it!
And you catch me the Sun, could you?
I should tell you the truth, painful
To remember the night while you
Dressing off and so kind fizzing
Kissing me and so strong holding...
I’m a little bit sad, listen!
All had happened so fast, weirdly.
I could not understand, funny?
All had ended just not started
All had ended so strange, stupid.
But your kisses and hands softness…
I have mixed up in you, have I?
And is difficult just stand it.
I have lost me and my calmness.
And I'm thinking of you, sadness?
How to emerge from this madness?
Or just better to stay stillness…
I will bring you the Moon...
© Copyright: Гала Галина Буковска, 2011
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