Like in our past lives -
Do you remember -
Always against limitations,
With too beautiful intentions.
You're too sweet to be touched,
Too lonely to be disturbed,
Too high to be desired,
Too glorious to be owned.
Too young for me.
I can't break my protocol, my code.
Too sincere for me.
I'm too spoilt for your world.
But no one is mature,
No one will even notice
Our words on maps,
Our dark blue,
Cold
And too clear-cut emotions.
© Maryna Tchianova
Rebel love
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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