When you kiss me
like you're a last breath
giving to me,after other (women)
again becoming the first.
And I'm hiding
trace of lipstick
of "easy women" and distance
and spilled wine.
When you kiss me
as the heart beats, stops.
This conscience, whitch bothers me
as if disappear.
In the unrest I let, colors of the soul
your tears ask me
answers do not exist.
Me to be your dearer
I told you a lie,
I promised you a universe
and brought you unrest.
A love gold
I threw in the mud
Now I wipe your tears
and I know that I'm guilty for it.
I'm guilty for it,for it.