Swallowing my pride, I swear
I won’t bother. I don’t care.
They won’t kill me, they won’t break me.
“Do you feel?” I do and, frankly,
More than anyone who’s near.
I feel everything and fear –
Won’t be able to defeat it.
No matter how harshly treated
They were just investigating.
Social status, fraction rating…
Always thought of them ‘whatever’.
Each and every my endeavor
Were dispersed by my own ego,
Crushed by night, painted indigo.
Extrasensory perception
Got me blinded. Every action
I’m afraid to do but doing;
Escaping each hint of wooing…
I need one, my only hero
Who reflects me as the mirror…
I don’t know who’s he for certain,
But I hope, behind the curtain
Of the fierce beasty dazzle
He’ll detect a fragile damsel
Without any logic, proof.
Not a trickster. Werewolf.
30.04.2018
Werewolf
© Copyright: Анна Грудинина Ли, 2018
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