I would have needed a warning.
Nobody ever told me I would not feel the cold of winter.
Nobody told me I could sit without saying a word, staring with my skin crawl, how the red edge of the sun evaporates the sky over the sea.
Why nobody told me that I could mourn and be happy at the same time?
I have needed someone to tell me that a simple look could get my sweaty hands ...
... that the universe fits in my hand. That the night can be day. The depth of the ocean does not scare me. I fervently wanted to fly to the sun, and that the fire melt my wings ...
why nobody warned me that your breath would be my air? I Would Have
need a warning.
Nobody ever told me I Would Not feel the cold of winter.
Nobody told me I could sit without saying a word, staring with my goose bumps, how the red edge of the sun evaporates the sky over the sea
Why nobody told me that I could mourn and be happy at the same time?
I would have needed someone to tell me that a simple look could get my sweaty hands ...
... that the universe fits in my hand. That the night can be day. That the depth of the ocean does not scare me. That I fervently wanted to fly to the sun, and the fire melt my wings…
Why nobody warned me that your breath would be my air?
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