My beloved
My beloved
My beloved, I still can't tear our words out of me.
In my head, I don't know where from,
she settled like the brightness in the sky again.
And although those days are gone
and now you live in the past tense,
to me everything still forms the word YOU.
My beloved,
I still have a few of your photos with me,
one poem about you,
five letters from you.
I still can't wash your lipstick
off the mirror.
I still like dreaming of your lips.
And although those days are gone
and now you live in the past tense,
to me everything still forms the word YOU.
My beloved
My beloved,
outside the window, only cold wind is blowing,
dust covered your photo
and sand covered our every trace.