I know, my friend, your hand is full
of twists and turns of fate.
Your heart, so bold and beautiful,
Is hurting you of late.
I know, the one you've always loved
is hurting you the most.
The door that's right in front of us,
It's right upon us both.
I'd love to heal you, take you far
and walk inside that door,
I can not offer you my heart -
it's not there anymore.
Forget her, be with me instead
and, while the fire burns,
Come up to me and lay in bed
of roses laced with thorns.
A poem for a friend
© Copyright: Мейлинг Ирина, 2021
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