Blue · Faith


Right in the middle of the sentence
you get up and leave.
My words hang in the air,
like the perfume of sin.

You come back in the morning,
knowing I’ll be here
until the end,
until I can’t tell you from me.

Like a faithful wife
in your bed sheet,
tied to your bones,
wrapped in your dreams,

with no wedding vows,
with no wedding ring.

No, I can’t wait for you,
it seems I’ve outgrown fate,
I hear someone else’s calling,
time has shortened my wings.

You will never cry for me.

Romanian version


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