It really was or it was not?
This lump of energy ... it was SO hot.
аnd I am eager to confess
it happened suddenly and unawares.
You are so strange you are bizarre
you are so queer and quite singular.
It's getting so hard to resist
your deep blue eyes at midnight mist.
But now I'm so exhausted to fight back.
Let's talk and everything becomes correct.
Who needs this damned battlefield
if we are not a heroеs upon it.
It look's for me like elaborate trial
I want to find my vector in abyssal*.
Return composure, a peace of mind.
You just create! I leave you my admire!
If you withstand please stop me now
cause it might END too abnormal.
We both can get under а shоt.
So what? ...Will we? Or we will not! **
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* безодня
**to talk
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=794656
Рубрика: Лирика
дата надходження 06.06.2018
автор: Moнада