Your Eyes

Your eyes are like an emerald pond. Bright and pure. Time covers my heart with dry brunches of autumnal worries but I can still see myself in you. I can see we have found a secret path in life. Sometimes we stop, sometimes we burn bridges. But we keep walking, fighting for the winding love…

Cool

The first days of spring brought winter. It’s like with relationships – everything comes and go. The wind takes my words away and I can’t hear your echoing complains. I’m preparing the soil for better future, where life with all its heated arguments and colourful love can grow. You stay cool and sleep in the…