is love the battle
between self-respect and self-guilt?
can delicate sensation
be ruined madly, then rebuilt?
how beautiful it was
to fall asleep on the cold floor
feeling your warmth
behind the closed eyes and the door
how magical it was
to share all madness noone ever gets
within four walls
we laughed and loved and all the rest
how truly new it was
to dive in the spiritual delight
respecting its laws
to let go of all suffering and fright
how precious it was
to take off the covers and breathe,
with world on pause
we'd see the world that's underneath
mine and your soul
so sensitive and fragile they are both
the burning hole
i have in mine, they were too close
how beautiful it was
beautiful it was
© Copyright: Анастасия Черр, 2018
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