четвъртък, 20 юни 2024 г.

I have secrets

 I have secrets

I have a few

But will I tell them?

And to whom?

A silent cry from my heart...

And my mind is burning up with fever.

To sleep sometimes is hard.

To ask me no one cares to.

I will, it seems, carry them to my grave.

It seems to me that I am anything but brave. 

сряда, 12 юни 2024 г.

You Wanted All

 You wanted all

You gave me nothing

But pain

Instead of sunshine on a rainy day

I was closest to you

You forgot about me

You completely disappeared

I am stricken with fear now

I can`t even enjoy what once was

I thought we had something

Now it`s turned into dust

The sin

 The sin within The cry, the try Nothing is the same Nothing Protesting once again My voice will be heard today Nothing is the same What you...