one that is impulsive, acts and then says sorry, loving and a bit scared, my baby boy
one that is analytic, and many times feels almost as much as I do, my big boy.
my amazing little boys
my center.
lipsa certitudinii se catara
ca o tanara felina
pe zidul asta din paianta
ce creste intre noi doi
e o paianta cu o baza subreda de frica
frica ta de a fi
frica mea de a nu fi
distanta ta de emotii prea mari
si prea greu de controlat
lipsa mea, confirmarea fortata
tot frica si in spatele distantei, sau a fortarii
asa mai creste putin zidul.
believing in you
fully and utterly
as i believe in atoms or in butterflies
because i just can see what you can do.
ca o vie moarta
ai lasat tacerea sa fie
crezand ca o poti rupe oricand,
dar tacerea se infiltreaza in frici de demult uitate
in sentimente care devin grele
in voce, tacerea are cea mai mare sonoritate,
mai ales in vocea ta.