A heart's a heavy burden
my love falls into another's arms.
But must I always think of him?
I could forget,
I must forget,
I can't forget.
Clouding my mind like the skies on a winter day;
flooding my mind with colors that don't exist,
not to say I don't think of you at all,
as these colors really don't exist
but rather a thought exceeding the limit of my truly human emotions.
Friends,
but I want so much more.
To hold you in my arms at night,
to feel every inch of your warmth next to my body,
to run my fingers through your soft, light brown hair,
to stare deep into your wondrous, sky blue eyes,
would give me reason to die.
For you, my beautiful, give me life,
and I do not now how to express
these feelings in words, as they exceed my mind
an ultraviolet feeling, and infrared thought.
Nothing can be found from these feelings for you.
Nothing.
Open yourself to me, my love;
and I'll open myself to you, my true.
I wanted to publish something at least.