I can write about anything,
but I can not write about you anymore ...
I can not talk about what I feel
for you…
nobody would believe me! ...
and I would come back again
in the same bitter and deep loneliness ...
where I'm just me
without you,
you, what you've always been elsewhere!
nobody would think,
it happens sometimes
as well as the truth to be silent
although it's everywhere ...
but no, no one would think! ...
And it's better to just stay with me ...
