The feeling called

The feelings called me last night,
On her table for us to talk,
I went there,
Tired , destroyed almost given up,
I hardly arrived at her home,
It was the same as in my home,
The only place i find little crubs of peace,
The only place my pain decreases,
Oh my poor feeling,
That never judged you,
When you stepped on her,
When you suffocated her,
And she still loves you, more than me,


The feeling called me last night,
To sit crosslegged and to talk of you,
Enough, to warm this wet heart,
That the waves of love everyday destroyed,
To enjoy that rare warmness,
My eyes are wandering,
They stop somewhere,
And i see your photo,
My soul felt as if you were here,
Oh how beautiful you look,
Your eyes are smiling,
Like sometime ago,
When i knew you,
Ah how much i miss,
To hug you,
To kiss each of your hand fingers,
And to love you more than ever,


The feelings called last night,
To get a little bit over you,
She herself does not see,
She called me a llittle bit,
To see you,
At least a little bit....