No more games, beckoning screens,
Life is never what it seems,
I am fading into neutral colours.
Not a splash of poppy-red,
If you seek me - I am dead,
Hidden in a long-forgotten palace.
I am glamorous and bold,
I am damaged, I am old,
Giving you the ultimate surrender.
This encounter's overdue,
I am still in love with you,
Melting my desire into pendants.
Exhibitions are for freaks,
I am frozen, grim and bleak,
Drinking back my misbegotten tears.
Since your preference is strong,
You and I do not belong,
I return to ice and disappear.
I have measured deeds and thoughts.
If you look - then see me not.
See me not
© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2019
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