knock me quietly to the moon,
tell me quickly what is wrong.
my smile is yours you’ll know soon.
don’t let it catch you for too long.
eyelashes’ bang don’t make me go
insane. i’m still confused in names.
please have a chance to take it slow,
please kill me first and it’s a claim.
you know the colour of my cries.
i know the colour of your suit.
and this unfortunately divides
us on two very different groups.
forget it. it is just a talk
between my mind and my heart
but isn’t it a loud knock
in me-and-you-who-are-apart?
i love you still
© Copyright: Аня Дрим, 2009
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