Biliana Atanasova
Photo: Occhi Rivoluzionari…
I’m tired
of looking for you,
of seeking
an unlocked door,
of nervously rummaging the drawers,
of waiting for an unwritten letter.
I’m tired
of sinking deeply,
of breathing the poisoned air
of sorrow,
of running away from the embrace
that time offers me.
I’m tired of betraying myself
of answering with lust
to every tender look
of offering myself at any price
and not seeing you
behind the doors
of my midnight lovers.
1 comment so far ↓
Nobody has commented yet. Be the first!
Comment