What feeling is flowing through your veins ?
What bleeding is talking about my pains ?
I lost your eyes fixed on me,
Since, each day I feel lonely.
Too hard to live without something,
Too hard to find the needed thing.
Love may be a condition,
But could be a curse or an affliction.
I’m sure of nothing, you see,
My empty heart needs some mercy
A bit of your attention would be enough.
Or maybe not, who can say,
What’s the trouble in my soul ? Though…
Will I should stop thinking a day ?
Litthérapie 