Like paper, like paper,
You write on me.
You make me believe, you make me see.
Your world, with your colours,
So bright and so pure,
How I wish I could hold it,
How I wish it could endure.
Like fire, like fire,
You bring me to life.
You give me pleasure, you give me warmth.
Your hands around my waist,
So gentle
So fine.
I have fallen for you,
But did I cross the line?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I shouldn't love you so.
For you see,
My heart aches,
And blood seeps through my soul.
I've fallen, I've died.
I've died, and I've cried.
I don't know how it happened.
It must've been me.
I hurt you, I hurt you.
I shouldn't have done so,
But if saying the words,
So innocent they seem,
My heart is crying out
"I love you, I love you
Make this mean."
You'll forget, you'll forget,
I assure you, you will.
I've fallen too much,
I've wasted away,
So put me where I belong,
And crush me and fade.
About the Creator
Mihaela Vasileva
I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
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