In alta lume.

[DeDal N.]

Am scris poezia asta intr-o dimineata dupa ce am avut o noapte alba. Hmm, a fost mai mult o dedicatie dar a devenit martorul unei ore de emotie. Sunt destul de jenata de ea, sa fiu sincera.

The First

Last night you were not there again,
To keep me wake, to talk and then
To love each other like we should.
So let me hold you, if I could.

I wonder why is hard to fake
An easy face when you're awake,
When here and there you look away,
I'm next, just asking you to stay.

We laugh, we talk, we breathe and smile
You close your eyes and for a while
You're picturing the worlds before.
What are you fighting, living for?

I miss small talks that keep me sane.
This blood that boils in my vein
Desires love I just can't mold,
A pure touch I just can't hold.

I will remember you tonight
When I need to wake and fight.
I ask you, hold my name inside
When no one else can look and find.