Behind the window it is raining
You softly put your body on the bed,
And I’m just for one moment waiting,
I wait for you become not sad.
I wait for slowly closing of your eyes,
I wait for calm and silent breathing,
I want to kiss to melt in heart your ice,
Return my rights for heart your keeping.
I’m tired swimming through the pain and dust,
I fell in fucking sand which cold,
I want return my spring at last,
Do you forget the words I told?
You chased me out the door like dog,
And now I’m sad and very broken,
But I believe you’ll door unlock,
But you’ll not hear barking witch my lips is spoken.
Behind the window
© Copyright: Алекс Деймон Кроу, 2012
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