We didn’t make a vow
For better or for worse.
You might be wondering,
why I am feeling down.
I am denying lies,
(and) rubbing tears on my face,
Convincing myself
you wore a crown.
You always were my King.
And I was your Great Queen,
That ruled your empire.
I did (for you) the impossible
that no-one ever did,
In the end I realised
I’m playing with (scorching) fire.
You burn me with your flame,
When rolling in your fame,
I can feel a strong smell of burning in the air —
Exactly like of dry and prickly nettle, well...
I’m punishing your hand
That touches me nowhere.
I wish I could hold it,
I wish I could be kissed,
Told that you need me
Just like fresh air.
I wanna breath you in..,
I crave it... just come in...
And tightly hug my body, dear devil!
(Dedicated to M.T.)
To My Dear Devil
© Copyright: Мила Полянская, 2019
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