Can’t wait
Straight up
And carry on
In front of public
All alone
Can’t stop the limits
And yourself
Can’t stop the limits of yourself
Though book of life
Again and yet still dusty on the shelf
Of prison-mind
And poison-fear
Where are you going,
Why did you leave me,
Angel, dear…?
But here it comes
Alone and deepless
Feel the sense
My dark romance
Is still romance
My dirty habbit-
Just to dance!
No matter what they say
It’s just my style
To move the words and thoughts
My boom
Away around for a while…
March 2012
USA
Can t wait
© Copyright: Анна Стессель, 2012
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