Love kept on knocking
At my door,
Like an alian creature,
It demanded my very core,
Wanted to burn the bridges;
Love like a snowstorm,
Like desperate winds,
Left me aghast,
I'm supposed to be learning,
The craft of this things
More or less fast;
You can't stay speechless
All your life,
Hiding
your sorrows,
Seeking pleasure or pain it brings
Pretend being hollow;
But also it's wrong;
To shout like mad
Of obvious joys;
You can't run away
From yourself,
From a habit that clings,
As well as from
Love's dirty voice;
Иллюстрация Михаила Хохлачева
Love Kept on Knocking
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2019
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