Please, don’t embrace her with your groan
When you’re in bed within my shadow,
Just leave the warmth for me alone,
Just leave for her your doubt and salvo.
Dreaming a little dream of me
You play unconsciously with danger
I am much more than a silent kiss
I am too old to be an angel.
I am the dark side of your life,
A beautiful but dirty secret,
A toy for a soul – a sharpened knife:
One movement’s wrong – and It will creep it!
I can reverberate in you
With love. Or sin. Forget the caution:
The feedback can be CRYING YOU!
So play me but with no distortion!
No lies with, though you hate the truth,
No pain with, though you like it painful,
Please, don’t embrace me with her proof
To be the first… That can be damn fool…
A TOY FOR A SOUL
© Copyright: Дина Торопова, 2012
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