The rain caresses me for insolence without joking
The altar of fire is hidden in my fragile body
And bursts of pride are clogged with thick haze
They inspire passions with thoughts to take possession and forget
She is a liar
She can be so cruel
She is a liar
She will burn for you
You can nothing to exchange into revenge
And in a miserable way of manifestation
My puny emptiness breaks words by the ignorance
(shredding them against the rocks)
The same kiss can be so sweet and sour temptation
And can remain a white hell in a black mess too.
LIAR
© Copyright: Анна Самохвалова, 2021
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