I was the ocean - you wanted rivers,
I was the moon - you chased the stars.
Love is a sin and I was the sinner,
Naive to believe I’d be left with no scars.
Said you were into me when I was living the blue.
In love note you gave me, hope everything’s true?
You praised me and got me sticked with no glue,
Yet dared to empty after all I’ve been through.
Guess you weren’t bold enough to love somebody,
So it made me realize to love my own-self.
I am the religion, promise I will praise nobody,
From now i’ll be living on the highest shelf.
January 29, 2021
The highest shelf
© Copyright: Мерей Аимбетова, 2022
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