It’s hard to tell how much I like your eyes,
Not about the color, beyond something deeper.
No matter how you try, they cannot tell me lies…
And I like the way I can see myself through them.
I always do my best to be a peacekeeper,
Yet distance is a curse that breaks every heart…
It teaches us how to rise strong again,
Still, I never grow used to the dark.
This longing is like slow and endless torture
Which I cannot yet find a way out to end this pain.
No matter how strong or how hard I do changes
This feeling is now part of who I am today.
A broken, dark, forsaken, passionate person
Who craws through this immeasurable desire – be with you.
