︵ ᧘ᥙᴛᥱρᥲᴛуρныᥔ κ᧘уδ ◌Ⳋ𝅄

Не плачь, когда я тихо уйду,
Когда замолкнут мои слова.
Я буду жить в утреннем саду,
Где вечно кружится листва.

Ты не ищи меня в толпе,
Меня там нет, я стал другим.
Я растворюсь в твоей мольбе
И в небе облаком седым.

Мне страшно было умирать,
Сжимать в руке холодный свет.
Но ты не плачь, не надо ждать,
Меня уже на свете нет.

Я буду дождиком косым,
И ветром, что сорвал листок.
Я буду небом голубым,
Что скроет солнце на востоке

Смахни слезу, утри лицо,
Я не хочу твоей печали.
Я стал лишь тенью на крыльце,
Я там, где мы с тобой молчали. 🤩

Her soul is so bright,
Her hands are tiny.
Sometimes may be a little whiny...
But that's not much of a pain
As long as she's near.

She shines as she speaks,
And moves in a grace.
But all I can do
Is just wait to embrace
And hold her near.

She beams as she laughs,
Oh to be such a delight.
I wonder
How it feels to paint her face white
And grope her rear.

She's a little of age
For me to engage
A shame I don't know
How to take a "no".
And wish she'd be here.

It's funny how people can be so close
As if their souls were touching nose by nose
And while being friends with you
I know it's possible for me too!

Im happy to know;
🤩🤩🤩to feel;
🤩🤩🤩to hear;
🤩🤩🤩to listen;
🤩🤩🤩and see your heart glisten

You're nice
And it doesn't take me to think twice
When will it ever be suffice
for you to understand
that all you do - is for the better stand.

And I couldn't ask for more
And i wouldn't dare
To not appreciate you
on this Happy New Year!

do i just continue living?
even if thinking of you heavens my breathing?

i still love and ready to give
and i have many tricks up my sleeve;
caring, solving and knowing for sure
i want to belong to my cure and no more

turns out its not hard to find that one person
with no chance of committing a treason
who'll make you smile
and make it worth the while

it's painful sometimes
sometimes it feels like a grime
has grown deep in my chest
with no chance to rest

but its alright, its really that simple
to move on and pop it like a nasty pimple
there're times i remember and feel truly sad
but those are just feelings; i have nothing to add.

because it's humane to feel
and I'm glad I'm not a piece of cold steel.
i get to love and I'm grateful for that
and maybe someday we'll get to chat
once again