I waited for him for weeks on the silent shore
a hundred of empty bottles
a wave of shame
I waited and waited and waited
and then he came
and I’ve had enough
of waiting
I wait no more
and he’s in my head
and he’s down my spine and and hair
this lust never ends
it boils underneath our skin
we both know it leads to hell
a pretentious sin
I loved him the perfect way
and I chose to dare
I am on my silent shore
if they care, they care
17 августа 2024
and then he came
© Copyright: Лиза Сотникова, 2024
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