I enter my house,
hang garb on the hook,
Turn on bedroom lights,
choose some random book
To read it tonight
being sleepless and sapped
With my body and mind
in my treacherous bed.
The storm in a teacup
and you went away.
Go figure if it was
some dead-end or a game.
Can't you be easy-going?
Never can, never could...
Can't I be some spiky
and out of mood?
So let be pretending
love's a foolhardy bet,
Pure luck - to stay loved
till the world glows red.
Fall in line and pinpoint
in temptation of choice -
You will hear the one
most sonorous voice.
let be pretending
© Copyright: Светлана Сиверко, 2024
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