Emily Angelova

Little color in a grey scale
Never wanted much
Little love sometimes
Just a little touch
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Sometimes I miss you very much
Sometimes I pray to see you in my dreams
Sometimes I want to turn back time and see the green in your eyes
Sometimes I think I still love you
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Hand on forehead
Dreaming the dream
Waking up from the warmth
Unknown things waiting to be known
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It's a wonderful time,
Rainy night, oranges and red wine.
The one you brought before.
My tights are warm and wanting,
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Did you had enough ink
For all the words written in black
All your stories are my memories
Is there anyone left to hear them
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I've made a little drawing
Of stars and comets
I've made a little drawing
Of a shooting star
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I have to hope that someone was meant to be mine...
Mine alone. Another poetic soul, created to be us
I want to believe that loneliness is temporary
My warm bed would be warm on both sides
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No time for romantic notions
It gets much better
With aggressive motions
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The infinity of it all
The lack of gravity
The darkness and the burning Star
The beauty and freedom entangled together
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