On my hands a vile smell of your cigarettes, a sweet smell of your skin. In ears your music sounds. Before eyes your smile. You are similar to the child
How I can sleep, when inside conceals ice?  I am afraid to choke. Sleep. I have nothing to tell you. And you probably have nothing to tell me. I don`t love you, though I can be mistaken. One I know precisely - You are expensive to me, you are necessary to me.....