Someday you’ll wake up alone.
And you’ll understand that the soul is stale.
That inside you Aisberg of floes .
And all you’ll be want is feel the warmth…
… Of her body,
The scent of her long hair and perfume on a soft pillows.
You’ll remembered how she could not hold back tears
When you kill by indifference.
In the subconscious probably reemerge conversation and the last meeting,
And her hands and lips … And words like a burning ice, like healing:
“You cast a glance with question on my shoulders,
I feel like in the fingers blood-curdling. I’ll rebuff:
The thing is that even my tea stronger
Than what the many now call “Love.”
How long have you caused her pain?
And here at last you realize, sorry for that just now.
But only… where she derives its strength?
Never, never know …
You rack up her phone again.
You’ll want to hear the voice gentle.
And when will you hear it, you’ll understand –
Without you, she is very happy …!
In the subconscious probably reemerge conversation and the last meeting,
And her hands and lips … And words like a burning ice, like healing:
“You cast a glance with question on my shoulders,
I feel like in the fingers blood-curdling. I’ll rebuff:
The thing is that even my tea stronger
Than what the many now call “Love.”
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