Following into my footsteps,
You barely know me but say you are in love.
You cross all the borders to see me,
But do you know the books I read?
Do you know which songs I listen to
To wake up or fall asleep?
Do you know which place in my country I know the best?
When you talk about love,
You use trivial words.
Is it an illusion?
I wake up again.
I see your love as a white canvas
I can draw on .
Footsteps
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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