you write me a heartfelt letter
on scraps of newspaper sheet
I reread every it's word,
that hits like a flock of whips.
I wait for your visit
and don't sleep well at the night,
I run to the telephone receiver
to bribe my poor heart.
I drink champagne at the round
family table which I forgot a long time ago,
breathing ammonia and soot,
I'm preparing a new cassure.
everything rots, shakes and crumbles,
in rage everyone disappears ,
only me, invariably and with trepidation
quietly waiting for you by the window.
I'll kill, I'll let go, I'll lose,
I'll regret it a hundred times later,
but now it's important for me -
to meet you, honey, later.
at thirteen o'clock at the station
I'm running without knowing where
but at the first minute of hopepless
I finally noticed your face.
Dedicated to Margarita
© Copyright: Егор Пуховский, 2024
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I'll kill you, you infidel!
I'll regret it a hundred times,
but right now it's important for me to send you, honey..!
😬
Шютка!
🤗
Алекс Русов 3 12.12.2024 15:35 • Заявить о нарушении
I'll regret it a hundred times,
but right now it's important for me to send you, honey..!
😬
Шютка!
🤗
Алекс Русов 3 12.12.2024 15:35 • Заявить о нарушении