Let me come closer, please,
Let me touch your cold cheek,
Every scar, every pain that it keeps,
Every wound that won't cease,
And the ache deep within you that speaks.

I long to be nearer, closer still,
Everyone chooses, whether sweet or ill,
Each to their own, what they find true,
But all I desire—is you.

I long to be closer, forever near,
My lost, wandering soul,
to you, my dear.

You know,  
I miss you here, it’s getting rough.  
Walking these roads, I’m choking on dust,  
Headlights glare, but it’s never enough—  
I hold on, stumble, though I must.  
Yellow stripes underfoot blur and fade.

You know,  
The weather here’s a game of chance.  
Next time, I’ll stay right by your side—  
No more lone warrior’s empty stance,  
With memories like holes too wide.

You know,  
I no longer wonder why  
Everything in life repeats,  
Yet still, I write to you, then sigh,  
Letters unsent, with no street.

You know,  
I saw you laugh, I saw you cry,  
Heard the bitter storms you spoke,  
Lightning cracked above the sky,  
But sing, just sing, let your voice evoke  
The pain that builds, without it you’ll choke.

You know,  
I’m glad you’re not alone, you’re whole,  
It warms me, knowing you’re alright,  
I wait to hear your words console  
How life turns round in endless flight,  
Counting the minutes, craving night…

Grow a little bit stronger,
Even if just for a while.
When it feels like you're stuck,
And the world’s out of luck,
And nothing can lift up your smile.

We often think that the road has come to an end,
And if your eyes have lost their light,
It’s a sign that now’s the time
To be stronger,
A drop but stronger,
To be stronger.

I need no crimson skies at dawn, nor warmth of morning's light.
I need no songs the world can sing, nor colors bold and bright.
I need no gold's eternal gleam, nor diamonds' shining grace.
I need no earthly joys or thrills,
No worldly, fleeting trace.

All I wish, all I crave,
Is for you to be real, to feel you're near.
All I wish, all I yearn,
Is to whisper a soft "hello" so clear.

Am I a dreamer, or just insane,
A goner, a ******, lost in vain?
These silly poems, these strained-out lines,
They change exactly
nothing, not a sign.

I’m only staining paper white,
Just like my thoughts, which blur my mind.
Be my judge—
is that alright?

Set me free, or end the fight.

Hold my hand, grip it tight,
In these plains, a garden will rise, a new light.
How quickly the evening slipped away,
Guess the old sunset was too tired to stay.

The damp sounds of your quiet speech,
Muddied waters in eyes that seek sleep.
Hold my hand, grip it tight,
I’ll learn to hold you, keep you in sight.

Silent pines stand tall,
The earth tastes bitter, as wormwood falls.
I’ll wait here, in fragments of this dream,
Just to hear your voice, a soft, distant gleam.

In my world, eternity has no weight,
And doctors don't heal, they simply wait,
To see what happens to the new diseased,
When lies run out, and the end's released.

In my world, the walls soar over the trees,
To see, we cut our lids with blades that tease.
For freedom, we’re ready to give it all,
Uncaring what comes, whatever befalls,
When lies run out, and the end is near.

I’ll remain forever upon this bench,
With stripes on my wrists and a view entrenched,
I’ll take anything, just let me flee,
From the dread of returning back to me.

When lies run out, and the truth breaks free,
Who will remain, there, standing with thee?