They guide me from me to you, your hands, but they tell another story, your eyes , how long should I sit until you make a final decision, so that my optimistic heart will go towards you, you will push back with your hand, but the trunk of this relationship is left on your hand, I only feel that you are not there, even though we are in front of each other, every time, we are strangers to each other, as if we are old for these games. A hundred pieces of my wound have come to my feet so far, I have surrendered to you, either you must be mine or you must pass me, if you do not hate me, do not burn this fire, I have given you the size of my whole world, but I have rotted in front of you in this relationship , in one place our story is limped, somewhere it is completely ambiguous, I tried my best not to be upset with each other, there is no way for me to go forward. All your departures from the frightening road are gone, you push me back from the scary road with your hands, you push me forward with my foot, but the trunk of this relationship is left on your hand, I only feel that you are not there, even though we are in front of each other every time, as if we are strangers to each other.
