Второй мой стих на английском, по-моему, я слишком всё запутал:

"Peaceful habits"

Maybe world around us –
Just imagination,
Expensive decoration
From somebody’s game.
Maybe we’re just heroes
Of confused story.
So, throw out the mirrors
And stop to hunt for glory.

You enjoy a tender wind,
Which send a kiss to shoulders.
I supplies an angry rain,
Which beat like severe owners.
You used to solve your problems,
But I can only blame.
We have a differ horoscopes,
But… we’re rather same.

It’s ringing like a paradox,
But contrasts are attracted.
Between my jokes,
Between your dreams,
We have a links,
And we connected.

If our peaceful habits
Just makes us happy slavers,
Than greatest habit is desire
To be with you.