I`m blinded by your super-shining smile,
I`ve caught the flu cause of you strongest words,
And this eclipse will go away after a while –
But now we sharpen our swords.
I lose my voice cause yours intension,
And grip your hand when we are fallen,
I bloom like rose of your short mention –
I wish I would become your endless calling.
I`m so insatiable – want everything from you.
Turn back – want nothing at the same time.
Someday, the life will finish fucking flu,
And fever fall into her final stage – decline.
In your vocabulary so many kinds of passion,
Unhealthy is subjected to the new disease,
Your pastor read another lection –
You see me as personification of the sleaze.
You
© Copyright: Анна Долгашова, 2015
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