1.My longing
I’m sad
thoughts are boiling
in my head.
Our beautiful days
are gone.
Fate was not for us
we were madly in love
and that was our curse.
2.Another day gone
It is only present time
that bends in many colors
and it is divided into days,
that seem to change.
I touch my face lightly
I’m afraid that wrinkles
will appearโฆ
I paint easily this beautiful life.
I’m afraid that my hands
will slip towards sins.
3.The tick game
We trample on promises
with the shoes of betrayal,
without fear looking
into each other’s eyes.
We played the dirty game
of deception.
We liked the feeling of guilt.
We met by chance
now we sought salvation
into lies.
The trick game took to long,
we didn’t fall in love
but we didn’t hate
each other neither.
Our kisses were cold,
our touches were cold.
