You are prose.
You do pose.
You are closed,
Cold and false.
I am poetry.
I am solitary.
I'm as sharp as rose.
I'm an overdose.
You are common sense,
Calculating, searching for profits.
You love sluts and trash.
And I'm just a mote in your coffee.
And you make me cry.
I can't worship the idols of yours.
I am too fragile.
I am poetry, you are life's prose.
11.03.2018 (tr.)
You are prose. I am poetry
© Copyright: Сания Галеева, 2018
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