Tinder
I wanted to suppress individuality
for the communion of our lives
but the devil lives in a mismatch
in disenchantment
like when i lose you in my busy heart
I took that bath like in the advertisements
best perfume I had
i looked happy in that monday
the car key in the right hand
when you arrived almost funeral
arms hanging aimlessly
then i remembered everything
that could wait happy for me in the city
other streets
beautiful houses
oaks in spring
special smiles
then I decided it's not you i want cling
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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