And was Feeling alone, even in
the crowd was expecting nobody to see my tears and have pity on me,
Was Pleading my Tears, not to
come out...not so early...not so early,
Because the world out there has a
lot to say but nothing that could soothe Ear,
Was Expecting from Rain to wash
away my Tears,
Was Expecting from Moon to
understand me,
Was Expecting from Wind to
accompany me,
Was Pleading from Night not to
pass so fast because in light everyone would see me crying,
Was feeling Low, losing
confidence with each passing second,
Even though, knowing that
somewhere there are you who would understand everything happening with me and
you won't demand explanation,
And you shall wipe my tears with
your hands, and you won't doubt me, and you shall be the only one who knows
that I am innocent, that I am pure, others please don't come to me
because you won't understand what you will try to do will be artificial and
You will only pretend to...and
behind me you shall laugh at me,
Only you know, only you
understand, and I believe that one day you will also Love me the way I love
you,
And one day you shall reveal your
Love for me, and I wish you shall have your own unique ways of doing that.
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