In the masses of people
I am just a drop.
I'm not good for you,
Not good enough.
In the world of pleasures
I cannot buy one piece.
Can't touch your hair,
Or save your kiss.
You will be up there
Healthy, smiling, not alone.
And I'll be here
Waiting for the sky to fall.
I walk in slumber, I feel much pain,
I hope we'll never meet again.
I just turned to see your face
On windy street was Emptiness.
Shape of skull, black eyes cold
Instead of love there was a hole.
I'll turn again and disappear,
And all memories between us
Will blow away cold northern winds,
Will blow away like fallen leaves.
Now sun leaves street pale side,
We are nothing in that night.
Bye.
To N
© Copyright: Натаниель Йорк, 2018
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