Don't tell me our friendship is over,
Don't tell me we'll end up in vain.
We were too emotional, sober,
Too happy to ever complain.
Don't tell me about your suspicions,
Don't tell me we chose the wrong path.
Your smile is forever convincing,
You carry our innocent past.
I know you are worth recognition,
I see you are made of delight
And strong, independent ambition,
You save indispensable light.
* * *
Crescendo of our self-awareness,
Alluring yet torturing games,
Tremendous extremeties blending,
Hereby we can start calling names.
Erroneous teachers and subjects,
Rhetoric that's made of thin ice,
Incredibly, viciously stunning,
Not ever to our own device...
Enigma's the look of your eyes.
Clover
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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