здесь будут собраны мои текста песен
мысли, которые никогда не будут выражены иначе
никто не знал о моей детской мечте. я всегда хотела быть писательницей.

And every time he touched me, my heart froze
These was nothing to complete it to
As something that can no longer be felt in other ways
At some point, every long time ago, we were small particles, dust of one big star,
And every time he touched me, these particles combined.

I don't know where to put my hands
I grab my pen and write about something again. About somebody. About you.
Because I do not strive for the whole world to understand me.
These lines are unlikely to reach the very hearts
I think I can do without universal recognition while you squeeze my hand in your.

Tell me, honey, you knew from the very beginning what was going happen to us, didn't you?
It took me much longer to accept the inevitable
I'm still crazy about you, in love like a fool, but I'm tired of all this, honey..

моя первая песня, тяжёлый, методичный текст, но я безумно люблю её

strangers like me
write songs so
that later lonely people
pour their broken hearts,
like concrete.

when your lips for the first time touched my
I froze for a moment
I wanted to stop the whole globe
and turn to God with a selfish request
please take everything
i have leave
only his kisses.
you know, honey,
even if you stay in the past
I'm still helpless I return to you

if you come back
my love would pour out of my eyes,
as if she never left me
as if silent, to freeze
and wait when you come back again

and you come back again
in this house with bloody walls
and burned memories
we sit down on the cold floor,
on both sides of the door
and we talk for hours
and it feels like you
Shuffle dancing on my ribs,
trying to reach my heart
my love, i'm still fucking
in love with you
but I'm really tired of all this

tired,
but if you want anyone to stay
with me forever
I will drop everything for you
I will leave my relatives, work,
hobby and even
my red cat
we will leave for the last money
somewhere far away in cold Alaska
buy a small house
and every day,
with the dawn of the sun,
I will dedicate to you every picture,
verse, text and even sigh
I will dedicate everything to you

but I open eyes swollen with tears
and I don't see your face
and even a simple message
dear,
do you remember the parable of the hanahaki?
now i know for sure
be such a universe now,
I would cover myself with flowers
for you.

места в одном посте не хватило... это моя вторая песня и она полностью выворачивает меня наружу

dog loyalty.

autumn, cloudy, pouring rain.
I open windows
mist in front of me the same
as in my mind.
I take a pen
and start writing
write,
just to put it all on paper.
throat chokes a trashy lump
can't cry
no more tears
just a dull pain.

memory carefully, but cruelly
touches my skin
leaving deep cuts
from your silence.
leaving burns
from fading the fire
of our love wood
in it I just throw.
painful memories
eat into the memory of smells.
sweet cherry flavor
my spirits,
during our last kiss
the smell of hair wax,
which
you often used the smell
of the evening train,
when you
first said that
in love with me.

all this has ingrained itself in my soul.
deep.
painful.
vulnerable.
I want to get rid of it
not to ask you
come back again,
not to remember
what is no more -
us.
but again,
like a beaten mongrel
thrown into the street
bad owners
I whine and weave
behind you.
thoughts about that
we have to part
thoughts about to move
on without you
thoughts about that
we will no longer
wake up in the same bed -
devour me.

I,
as if thrown
out by chance
stray dog,
I lean at your feet
barely alive
half dead
I wag my tail.
Do not leave me.

дайте мне прочувствовать своё разбитое сердце - и я превращу его в искусство

ура, освоение планшета