Romantic dreams


Our romantic dreams are like broken trees refuse to die.


By Markku Parviainen

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Eyes full of hate



Eyes full of hate

In the bar
I am drunk
Then I see you
Your eyes were full of hate

I understand
In my past, I was weak
I betrayed you
And I see you now
Your eyes full of hate

Should I walk towards you?
Apologize and say how sorry I am

I turn away
I never see you again
But I still remember
Your eyes were full of hate

I am sorry
but it’s too late.


Written by Markku Parviainen