How can I make it up to you?
You who are so great and so true
but blind to the icy thought,
locked up with nothing to do.
Forgive me if you're cold.
Whether you're lion or gold,
you never listen to me.
That golden image you hold,
you'll never get the key.
Forgive me if you're cold.
The vision you had in a dream
that becomes false with time,
hearing the muse's chilling scream
that could have done a crime.
Forgive me if you're cold.
Tell me, what can I do?
A wall to keep you apart.
I can't go back for you;
forgive me, my little heart.
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Tony Herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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Aww! This is so sad and deep🥹