Come and get me. I’m tired
to pretend I have an endless fire.
My hands and my feet are so cold,
in desperate need to be hold.
Come and get me. I can’t
keep pretending I understand,
keep pretending I can be the other,
keep pretending that you being married doesn’t matter.
Come and get me. I can’t anymore stop
myself from telling you to drop
something that doesn’t suits you at all.
I don’t want to be wise, I want to be bold.
Come and get me. I can’t anymore wait.
I said I’d want nothing. But how for nothing to stay?
I’ll stay. Nobody else I can love.
But, please, don’t trust me when I say this is enough.
author: ©Sabina Braycheva