The Perfect Lovers

I never separate The Sun from The Sea. They are One, loving each other in the morning, embracing yellowness with the depth of emotions, sea breeze and soft waves.

If there wasn’t the Sun, the Sea would never have it’s most magnificent look, at the sunset, going from light turquoise blue, to dark blue and deep black, with orange reflections appearing from the horizon.

As the day goes on, The Sun keeping up high in the Sky, waves getting bigger, wind aiming for the clouds.

I lay down in the shade and watch this game.

Interacting, playing with each other, just like two lovers wanting to touch each other, softly whispering through Sun shining and Sea waves crushing on the shore.

All day long they play.

All day long I watch and listen. There are never harsh words, misspellings.

How seducible, I thought. How incredible, I dreamt.

And when the Moon appears, the Sea sleeps, deep, black, quiet dreams of love.

Could this kind of love happen’ to me? Once? Do I dare even think of it?

I do.

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How will I know is it right or is it wrong?

I do not know if I can touch you

The way I want

The way I feel.

 

I do not know if I could look into your eyes

Sincerely

Because I am afraid

That you are be able to see all the secrets of my soul.

My wings are a little black, and

You’ll probaly run away, I know.

 

I do not know if I can wake up next to you

And wish for another day

Another night

Another smile.

 

I do not know if I am going the right way

And if I make a mistake now

Trip over my own words and deeds

I will fall

 And never get up again.

 

I do not know why you’re here and who brought you

What was the idea

What was the thought of bringing you to me.

I do not know whether to thank him

Or prepare another box

For storing the memories away.

 

 

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Memories of what wasn’t supposed to be

Not expected so much rain today. Maybe it will become a flood. It makes me sleepy, moody, down.

Everything a woman is expected to be. But I’m not that kind of a woman, so I’m surprised with my own reactions.

I’ll grab some chocolate. Lay down. Listen to music. Think about opportunities and mistakes I have made.

I know, I know, bad choice of thoughts, but it’s a my mind discussion wich has to be done, sooner or later.

In the name of that, another undiagnosed “poem” ( oh, how I like that term).

Don’t call me

Don’t text me

Don’t even think of me.

You have no rights, no purpose in my life and my mind.

I erased you like a bad drawing from the plain paper, put you into garbage and kicked away with pleasure..

Please, you should do the same.

Our last conversation, silent, with no words at all.

Could I even call it conversation?

I had nothing to say, after you said everything, in four little, tiny words.

I

don’t

love

you.

Enough said. Welcome to the exit door of my life. Please, shut it down.

I won’t look back.

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