суббота, 12 июля 2025 г.

And I got burned in the fire

 my fantasy

your reality

my passion and your fire

my sadness and yours

burned in the fire like a single noose

and we and our hearts in the filthy fire burned to the end

but to return both passion and soul

from my fantasy and yours

disappears in the morning

appears during the day

in the evenings again becomes fire

and I burned in the fire


I have your fantasy

I have your character

I can barely hold back

suffocate inside

and drops of your fire

I looked at them

and they became mine

and I began to burn from the inside


I became a spark for you

you are the desire of my eyes

I am the desire of your scenes

they give me passion closer to the th

over which we talked in secret from everyone

and I have burned since then still

and it burns from afar

but everything is closer

this is not mine

this is not it

but drops of your lights

became mine

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