Bright expectations disintegrate into grains of sand,
for you rather take my thoughts away than hold my hand.
“It’s a big responsibility”, I bet you’d say;
“it’s too much for now, too very much for today.”
And as your back disappears in the grey, thick fog over the sea,
I close my eyes once again and refuse to see.
Shush now, my mind – let me wear my black soul and be.
It’s time for bitter-sweet dreams of him and me.
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