When I am glamourless and coarse,
I worry how my charms will hold
When an obsession runs its course
And the discovered games grow old.
I see that our map is drawn
Between the distances and walls.
You liked me turbulent and raw,
And unsuspecting most of all.
I get immersed in ancient lores,
But claim an unpredicted lot.
I hope that we could have much more
Than we envisioned or forgot.
Glamourless
© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2018
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If a very nice girl makes very nice poetry,I like her at all
Давид Синицын 26.08.2018 14:38 • Заявить о нарушении
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