Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I want you flat оn your back. Helpless, tender, open with оnly me to help. And then I want you strong again. You’re not going to die. You might wish you’re going to die, but you’re not going to. You need to settle down a little.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I am оnly responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. оnly a fool would give out such a vital organ.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
tell me all the things I need
to hear. tell me my heart
makes you kinder and my
laughter takes your breath away.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I should have gone through life half awake if you’d had the decency to leave me alone.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
My lover has burning lips
and a row of sharp teeth when with laughter
he replies to the challenge of the world.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I have dreamed so much of you,
Walked so often, talked so often with you,
Loved your shadow so much.
Nothing is left me of you.
Nothing is left of me but a shadow among shadows,
A being a hundred times more shadowy than a shadow,
A shadowy being who comes, and comes again, in your sunlit life.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I want to fall to sleep with you,
and I could care less
whether it is in
layers upon layers
of clothing
or оnly our skin -
all I really want is to wake up
not knowing
where I end and you begin.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because –
because – I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve оn the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you’ll have gone so far
I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
The gap between compassion and surrender is love’s darkest, deepest region.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms.
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