marți, 2 octombrie 2012


You stand by in the evening
Waiting for a chance,
You hear his steps...
His walk is like a dance

It's pretty cold inside,
But your body is still hot,
The passion has never died,
Even if your heart..decided to stop

Your first moment was there,
When you felt his deadly kiss
And when he left, you swore that
You'll not live any longer like this

And finally...

Feel the winter in your heart,
Let your pain fly away,
Bring back your magic smile,
All these things will change...someday.

                                                                Cătălin D. Batky, 02.10.2012

2 comentarii:

  1. I have this on my laptop;)) I'm glad yoy decided to post it and is longer than I remeber. Remeber the days when you wrote it? Highschool, the place where we were so misfits:))

  2. Yeah, this poem is ruined by our teacher :))
    I still don't have the original version..:)