What about your feelings,
What about my soul,
What about this distance —
Why we can’t just go?
What about your lies,
What about my cold —
We’re too different,
Too young, too old.
Why can’t we fly away,
Why can’t we forget
All about your lies,
All about my cold?
My soul is like ice,
Your heart is like heat —
Don’t think twice.
And go to hell.
And let our souls draw
Each other like a magnet —
I wanna leave town
Of broken glass fragments.
23.03.2026
The attraction of opposites
© Copyright: Екатерина Говорова, 2026
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