I am feeling like in a moviefeeling his closenessfeeling when he is comingand how his look on me isThis called somethingmay like inspirationthe observation of existencewhich agree with our beingI am feeling like a grenadewithout fusewith a desire of cryingand explosionand I am just waitingon a right momentwhen I will hit on my chestand scrape out our names

Do you feel on your own skinthe skin of accusationshow it gets to the heartand embrace all the visceraand in real the one who reproach you somethingis your own headwhich you hatedbefore a time in a mirrorI repeat it is not me

There are a dayswhen I want to daywith feeling of a littleand a hatred of myselfThere are a dayswhen I askif it is enough to love and do not forget to say anythingJust blow out a matchand dive head to boiling waterand thenin my left ear will burn a firethat is getting by your hands

A time agoyou started to call me PrincessAfter all thingsconflictsashestearshugsand lovesafter rains and shinesI saidYes I want to be your princessYou look at meblinked by your deep eyesand told meYou areNow you can already want to bejust a queen

I have a questions for youAm I alive at all ?Do I live as a humanor am I just a madmanwho flies somewhere in spacetimeand seeks a wayhow to become the main heroof your next favorite book

What kind of emotiondo you think is thiswhich deserves tearsbut your eyesthink the opositte...

You take me my handand my heart got scaredJust below it I gestated your childBut well I screamed with fearbecause your hand was from ice

He does not look on the second sidemoreover he remains blindfalse blinderHe is hiding in a dark urban streetsand walking with a secret fearfrom the world in himselfOn the way to happinesshe is searching for solutionsthrough the logic and scienceand he is not able to see morethan man to manand with help of reasonshe will not uncover it rightly

When wind blows in the morningI think about the same thingI feel I have a big stone at souldo not know from whobut still know oneI loveI just try to keep it and smile aroundThe stones are deadthey were mine