Rois
Erato
Missing…
I miss your touch. I miss the fear you may not call, that end is near. I miss not knowing what will come. And now I know. And it is done. I miss feeling insecure. I miss trembling, wanting more. I miss fainting in your hands. I miss trying to make you my friend. I … Има още
My Sweet November
My sweet November night… I remember the cold, and there was no light, and I was so bold… My sweet November bliss… May be there was wind, but I couldn’t stop kiss your lips when you grinned. My sweet November dream… We were sitting on your car, I was only seventeen and you were the … Има още
Two words
I play with words, I live through them, I make them hurt, build them in frames, which I crush, or they crush me. They make me „hushhh“, they make me scream. I’m born for words, to draw and twist sometimes we flirt to devilish kiss, sometimes they turn me into slave. They give me thrones, … Има още
When the sun doesn’t go to sleep…
And when the sun doesn’t go to sleep at night it’s just because it doesn’t want to miss the light that emerge directly from your eyes and shine every time I tell you that you are mine. And when the stars are brightening in the day it’s just because they want to hear me when … Има още
Rois 