Your skin - a silhouette,
The gray shadow of my steps.
Your fingers - touch my chest,
I let my eyes cry your regrets.

I sleep badly,
Alone in the corner,
With the blanket pulled
Over my pajamas.

Your heart is a kind of madhouse,
I'm alone in it,
Loving all your thoughts...
I don't see myself in your mind,
One day you will be mine.
© roxana