I want to be yours at all,
But I’m scared of the nearest future.
In every meaning you know:
Please, be mine, and I hope it’s mutual.
I want to be yours for always,
However, my choice is the worst:
To live in other good cities
And countries, and maybe worlds.
Don’t judge me, my love, not today:
I am not the betrayer, believe.
I don’t know how to choose the way
With whom or where I want to live.
I hope our distance will burn
And never comes back, oh Lord.
Also I want to never return
To these places again, this world.
Can you give the chance, my lover?
Chance of being together, please,
Just for being together somewhere
In reality, not in dreams.
The nearest future
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