Moon. It takes me back
To when I was loved.
I’ve ran out of luck:
I am craving doubt.
It’s a knife of fate-
I am being stabbed.
It’s the cleanest slate:
There’s no need to act.
I am giving up
On the best of men.
“Can you hear my heart?”
No. I won’t again.
Can you hear me cry?
No, you never did.
Thanks for “let’s not try”
Speechless. God forbid
Me to stay up late
Thinking of your voice.
You cannot relate.
That’s your cruel choice.
You cannot recall
All the things we’ve done.
I am feeling small-
You are having fun.
Wanna see your smile:
Turn it upside down.
Yeah, it’s been a while.
But you cannot frown
At my sacred truth
And my stolen rhymes.
“These are faults of youth”
These are deadly chimes.
Moon, do not be kind.
Hit me with your rays.
Let me die, revive
And no longer chase.
Chasing Game
© Copyright: Серафима Пронина, 2021
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