Come to me, I’m not a loner
Feel my gravity of lust.
Make your choice and bring it over.
The fate is crossing our paths.
Do your trick to make me love you
Slip me in, I’m so naive.
Let’s pretend I move along you.
I’m your “sputnik”, drifting near.
Far beyond one’s comprehension
the brutal truth - the hidden force.
Bounce and punch the frailing tension,
push the limit, make it worse.
Then we stop and do the talking.
Who had made us bonded tight?
So the space is must be broken,
yet until we get it right.
Do your trick to make me love you
© Copyright: Олег Буловоев, 2025
Свидетельство о публикации №125030907599
Свидетельство о публикации №125030907599
Рецензии