The light of this dying day,
shows me your features in the smoke.
I can only smile to my dreamy hoping,
that you would ever still be here,
or again look at this pitifull shelf.
It is just like you said,
that everything is imaginary,
especially things you love.
But even a lie can become real,
if you really belive in it.
It was you who unlocked,
my sleeping agony.
Now every pit of my soul cries,
for what I have lost.
My only salvation,
is to picture you back,
into theese arms,
and die before I wake up,
to realise the truth..
Selite:
oletus
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