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Cold eyes
Darling, with you next to me
At every step I take,
I lose the rhythm of my breathing
In your cold eyes full of hate.
You want to hold my hand
But my hand wants to escape,
Trying to arrange my hair...
Which seems perfect.
Darling, my mouth closes the kisses in a drawer,
We are two dead people with cold bodies -
Walking through the bars
Like two drunken shadows.
I used to look deep into your eyes
To avoid people's eyes,
But now people's eyes are warmer
Than your cold stare
That makes me hate myself.
© roxana
At every step I take,
I lose the rhythm of my breathing
In your cold eyes full of hate.
You want to hold my hand
But my hand wants to escape,
Trying to arrange my hair...
Which seems perfect.
Darling, my mouth closes the kisses in a drawer,
We are two dead people with cold bodies -
Walking through the bars
Like two drunken shadows.
I used to look deep into your eyes
To avoid people's eyes,
But now people's eyes are warmer
Than your cold stare
That makes me hate myself.
© roxana
