Heart
I'm waiting for you, my soul.
Consumed by longing,
I can only pray for one thing from —
Be near and love me.
And I will be yours forever,
So simple and good-natured,
With the meaning of which
Every day and every hour is filled,
Because only you are able
To give life to my heart,
Which has not been beating for a long time,
But only silent and fading.
Will I be able to forgive myself?
Will I be able to save my life?
How much pain, how many tears…
I haven't seen the light for so long
That I'm ready to fall into darkness.
But you managed to give me
Something that I have long lost —
My beautiful hope,
Which led to the birth
Of a love that I have never
Dreamed of before in the sweetest dreams.
And with it came fear,
The fear that everything that exists
Is just a beautiful, but a mirage.
Spring 2018
Dear
Your soul is a dense forest,
Beauties of which are innumerable.
Shrouded in thick fog
And watered by rains,
It is filled with warmth and cold,
Leading me to salvation,
And with that, to my downfall.
Your eyes, stupefying my mind,
Are able to give comfort.
And in the most difficult hour —
With your warm hands,
With your warm words,
Only you are able to support,
Only you are able to revive.
The colors fade without you,
In the distance I'm suffocating, dying —
I want to hug you so much
And never let go,
To surrender both soul and body.
After all, I can't give more
To someone who is capable of animating.
Spring 2018
Bitterness of love
Torn from within,
A storm is raging in me,
And the storm, without subsiding,
Does not let me forget
All the bitterness that I was
Once destined to experience.
Tears flow without getting tired…
And no one knows their reasons,
And no one can understand me,
Because for me one joy
Is my old girlfriend,
Whose name is pillow.
The reason for my tears is simple —
My dreams, my hopes
Played a cruel joke on me.
My world was destroyed a long time ago,
It was burned to the ground a long time ago,
And now it is trampled to the end.
One love burned out,
And the other blossomed,
But this did not make it easier for me,
But only made it more painful.
Happiness is shattered,
As, indeed, am I myself.
I do not feel warmth,
There is no trembling, desires,
But only a terrible cold
That kills me from the one
To whom I had the imprudence to bring
My heart out of my chest.
My ailment is not curable —
A destroying feeling
That has ruined me more than once,
To