Days last tremendously long, days make no diverse to my life, within the thick walls of my room, I have become a slave and my bed is my only pard now. This bed longs for you, this longing is felt by my heart, too. This heart seeks you, only you, like my lungs seek a tad of some fresh air. However, my lungs won’t get that air, neither will my heart sense love again, and I will forever miss you like the deserts do miss the rain. If even everything was a lie, the only truth remained was my love.
Once I used to love a liar, and time can never mend these wounds. But I don’t mind having his wounds, don’t even mind bleeding. Life is cruel, he was too, still he was a beautiful liar. What if I’ve cried a river… What if I’ve got everything I need when my Everything is no longer with me…
Without you, babe, life becomes no-life, days become sunless, the winter snowflakes, that you most loved… are all drowning in the gutter now. Without you, my flame, my vital fire cannot be lit. What did I so wrong, so wrong that you left me alone? Oh, I know my fault, I do know… I’ll let the silence suffocate me now. I will let it do that for everything I did wrong. I was aware, that never did I deserve you, and having you beside me, was a beautiful endue.
Today, I saw a photo of us two, my eyes were blinded by tears, too. I couldn’t look at all because not the photo, what I want was you. We are in this city, you – there and I – here, the distance is measured by a few steps.
But the walls we have built between us are so indestructible, roughly putting me apart from you. And I’m without you…
