Meike Schrut
Wrong imagination
Where you get all cold Where you got all love Where you get all longing Where you would get all tears Where I get all my thoughts Since I would not need your compassion Since I have already wept all tears Since my longing would seem as a wrong play to you Since my love is formed a piece from stone And my cold where I get them?
I feel them day and night
She is off sick me, she makes me weak
I despise you for it
You have stated
To feel for all women
I cannot suffer you.
You feel since then
I may not describe
You despise me for it
One does not see running
Internally only are to be seen
You disdain them day by day
You should not know
To me burn the heart
Feignedly, only feignedly.
Like you would not need from me.
It is off sick to us, it makes us weak
We despise ourselves for it
One ever saw running
Inside and also outside
I hated myself for it.
Whether I feel them, I myself does not know
I may not describe it
Me do not despise for the next time.
what you should never feel.
I never count endless days
Nevertheless, it has no sense.
Not if in thoughts only I am with you
In my sleep there hardly dream I
Do you have there guilt? Of course not....
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