I can't feel your hands,
Sliding on my skin.
I can not imagine your land
Which I've never seen.
And I did not see you asleep,
So bliss, feeling the breath.
Touching the frozen lips;
Your despair is my death.
You look at the blue sky -
And I'll see you in the moon,
She will often remind,
How far is it, and soon.
Kill me and everything will be easier.
Don't think and look for a solution.
Believe me you'll be happier
Without feelings and revolution.
You do not have to run in the winter
Lose family and friends in vain
Я знаю в этом твоя сила...
I know what you'll say : Insane!
I know that you can't stop,
And you will see me here.
I ended it, I used up,
You came and you are near.
I can t feel your hands...
© Copyright: Алиса Верова, 2018
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