Every night I stare into your huge brown eyes
Hoping that they'll never leave my locked gaze
I try and hold on but I know eventually you'll fade away
I keep on trying to hold on to your voice
But as the days go by I start to replace your voice with similar sounds
Like the sounds of the passing busses
The ones that passed us by while making love
at 3 am on the bus stop
I do remember your smell
So when I smell cheap ciggerettes and old spice deodorant it drives me nuts
Your touch is was gets me because I know I'll never feel this ever again
I'll never be reminded of how amazing this fealt
I never knew this would be so hard
So now I'm staring into your big brown eyes wishing so badly that this wasnt a dream
Wishing that somehow I'd run into you
Wishing that you'd realize you miss my sound miss my smell and miss my touch
Wishing you missed us

~~~~~~English~~~~~~
The smell of honeysuckle dew is still on your hair

~Marian~

~~~~~~Russian~~~~~
Запах жимолости росы по-прежнему на ваши волосы

*~ Мариан ~

I'm equating my self
worth with beauty, with
how often my phone
lights up or how often
it doesn't, how smooth
my shoulders are, and
wouldn't someone care
to kiss me?

I'd rather base
myself on much
more.