I burn my poems.
I burn my boats.
To you I say:
“Please, go away!”
But you will come -
And I'll be yours.
I can't calm down.
I can't close doors.
I'm writing poems
And burning boats,
Throwing a stone:
“Leave me alone!”
But if you do,
I'll cry and die.
“I don't love you”,
I tell. It's lie.
25.08.2016 – tr. (5:25)
I burn my poems
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