You do not stare at me

The dark memories, floating 
those mind on soft 
swamps. I do not know 
forget what it 
the pain may be a boomerang again 
me to return. 
Good memories are gone, 
as strong sunk 
rotating bog eyes dancing. 
While the shine of salmon in butter, 
still it is the best feeling 
is far from gone. 

You do not stare at me, thou must, 
it hurt too much, 
and tilted spins March. 
The time of beginnings, towards the end. 
So my ribs on the side of your 
sometimes glowed with happiness. 

Present only a woman, more 
and to consider, until somewhere 
at the joint of our road led. 
Degree of delicacy of the moment now sickens, 
I do not get time to time axis 
translated back to all. 
Now you're gone from me, 
sail alone in the time of storms 
the rocks. 

You do not stare at me, thou must, 
it hurt too much, 
and tilted spins March. 
The time of beginnings, towards the end. 
So my ribs on the side of your 
sometimes glowed with happiness.