I'm not Worthy

this street is too crowded,
too many people with secrets,
at the glass, there's the fog hidden from it,
the sulky face of yours,
is completing the rain...

this street is simply too narrow to return to the story,
these days are not green anymore,
just a few words exchanges,
i'm left alone in the house,
with half-filled memories...

the seats in the cinema,
are separated far by distances,
feelings with no partner is a game,
of chess you played by yourself...

it's too late to carefully write down your concern,
describing how i love you,
yet you leave me away with a smile,
this feeling is not right anymore...

i tried hard to retrieve,
a bit feeling of care that i didn't give,
the many wishes from your lips is very pretty and low,
i neglected to compromise it...

however you want some company,
the feeling is not right anymore,
i'm the last to understand...

looking through the pages of circumstances which cannot be endure,
you're so tired,
you have silently cried behind my back for age...

so many times,
so sallow,
yet my heart breaks and you accepted my sin,
your beauty,
I'm not Worthy.