Buildings floated past the windows of my carriage, I sat next to you, and the minutes of silence said that it was great for you and me.
I looked into your eyes and I was happy, not because you are beautiful, but because you are a part of me, I’m nowhere without you, I’m even writing poetry about us, and you filled in the gaps in my life, but I still think about us ...
There are no opportunities for tomorrow, the coffee is hot, I am sitting at the table, pouring my thoughts from cup to cup, I love you, although I myself do not know, because who I am to you.
I wanted to see a house on the mountain with you, I can only when I am addicted to drugs, maybe I died, but a load hangs in my heart and it does not pull me after you.
It's time to remember always that I love you always, and I don't have even a centimeter, even a piece in your heart, I'm very sorry, then I will melt infinity.
It was learned that you are alone and there are no others who would actually need me, and even though I have a cold, unarmed, but I fell down and again, from year to year, I turn into a paracord.
And I forgot something in the house, well, how is it, there is no pain in my soul, everything is gone, everything is exactly the same for the third year, I’m looking for you everywhere, oh well, yes, you’re like euphoria, the lightness of my complete absence there are no words, and I am as poor as my poem.
Still the same third year
I can write, but there is no love
And even fucking longing
Let's go into the distance there is no sunset, leaf fall goes to paradise
