A touch broken by the distance,
Betrayed by a jealous thought pondering, for instance
Over the words not spoken or the battle not fought.
The thought that wants to stay,
Inviting over the other, and further
Enjoying its play, they simply like to bother.
The multitude of them takes over the space,
The lace of insane tirades dances across the mind.
Betrayal without remorse
With the why’s, when’s and how’s.
In the imaginary world we paint the images of words
Even when there are none.
2010.
Betrayal
© Copyright: Анастасия Забродина, 2015
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