the days you weren’t here
beside me
the days your arms didn’t roam
around me
the days you didn’t dine
with me
the days you didn’t laugh
along me
those days,
were dark and grey
like they’re coming to me
as i’m their prey
the nights,
were cold
sun didn’t show
no hand to hold
only clouds,
seen around
with thick, dark fog
settling down
the days,
that i wish never echo
the brumous days
that were no mellow
Нам всегда не хватает любимого.)
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