Solemnly and silent
In subtleties she calls to me
Falling into my heart caverns
And running through my veins
Through my body
And where I am she’s close to me
Exuding watercolor dreams
Like a painter reacquainting me
With once greyish reality
And every morn, I hear her sing
In voice that constructs melody
As if to say to newest sun
To shine ever still
All subconsciously
And I would follow lyrically
Each instruction as they ring
Like notes in my mind harboring
This subtle, silent calls to me

The way she smiles,
My heart was melting
Even if she needs to walk a thousand miles
She never stopped on dreaming.

You see her with courage
At her young age
But deep inside was a girl
Who's still getting ready at this stage

dependency was a craaaap!
But standing by herself will make her to the top
And so she did,
She's making a step up.

She was my reason to life,
I was sinking in her every moment,
She was kind of a knife,
That can hurt you in any moment,
Her brown eyes and dark hair,
I fell in love but even didn't notice,
I was waiting for her under stair,
Just to her grandma didn't notice,
We were kissing at her sofa,
And I felt her soft hips and gentle lips,
With the taste of cherry coca,
And all I wanted is holding her tight,
Laying on her chest,
Hugging her waist,
And she was the best,
But I wasted her, I wasted.

When things get tough,

She cries a little.

….

Every single time, she contemplates it,

If it’s portraying her as weak,

Or is it okay to cry a bit?

What if it’s actually making her weaker?

What if her biggest fear is creeping it’s way out of the pit?

….

She holds herself, push back the tears,

But all her efforts aren’t worth,

All it takes is two words,

From someone, her presence who seeks,

And she lets two drops roll down her cheeks.

….

When things get tough,

She cries a little,

Then,

She buckles herself up,

In the end, only she gets a little tough.

….

Love ❤️

She doesn't want to lose anybody,
But in the end of the road,
She will lose herself, unfortunately.

She think about others more
Than about herself,
And that's what hurt me to the core.

Bet, every day she looks at mirror
And asks it "oh, no way, is it real me?
How can I be such bitter?"

And I'm so depressed and sad,
That I can't help you and can't fix that,
And I know that all of these thinks in your head,
Are killing you everyday, I bet.

I'm laying down on my bed,
Crying in my hands, 'cause,
I can't be you are in instead,
You make me proud and applause.

Because I've never seen the one,
Who can be the strong like you,
And, my little lady, you should know, that's enough -
Being yourself to get the love that you deserve.