My pettiness dies in the pure sensation of vigor
Be my Valentine who is not just a fictional figure
I’ll hand you the ties so you know how to handle my ego
It’s all about trust when I pull the familiar trigger
Forgive me my lust, I forgive you and now we are even
You’re moving too fast- that’s the one kind of pain I believe in
I lay in your arms like a tamed yet rebellious demon
Be scared of my bites- they might ruin the truth you’ve been given
Its dawn, not the dusk through my skin out-of-nowhere gleaming
Go fill up your flask - put your hand on my thigh while I’m dreaming
Then take off my mask - from the past that I’m still over-grieving
I let it collapse… You’re forever my favorite feeling.
Rebel
© Copyright: Серафима Пронина, 2021
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