1.
I was writing... And writing.
Empty. Full of Despair,
full of Desire, full of You.
I was writing, and writing...
Cursing you, Begging you, Loving you...
Shamelessly.
I was writing. And writing...
All lost, all focused on You,
Kneeling for Your Love.
I am writing. And writing.
You are fading like carpet,
like color, like Love.
Till we both fade.
2.
No road beneath us.
No road beside us;
No rode behind us,
No road ahead...
Can I forgive you
And not forget me:
My very Essence...
Can I NOT forget?
5.
I've always thought that "us" shall happy ending
Somehow insist, behold and truly reach...
And, all we've gone through shall need no explaining
Because we shall explain it, simply BE.
But somehow certainly, and somehow fragile
This fairytale is coming to an end...
And I'm so full of Broken Dreams and Sorrow
And I'm so full of what had never came...
As Glass of Hopes, I'm transparent and shaking,
And there's no voice now, to calm me down...
Beloved to be is destiny so fake;
Beloved to be, when you are not Beloved.
8.
I can not find a better place to suffer
Than in your arms, both holding and surrendering...
I can not find a better place to grow
Observing heart beat, breathing and obeying...
I can not find a better place to love
Than this, so close IN You, that I, at last, can feel...
I can not find a better place - rejoice us!
I'm holding back when you are holding back...
Nataliya Nozharova
02 June 2007 year,
Santa Monica


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