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Chaika Chaika Poem
I am not a slave or stupid,
Being smart and shrewd,
Just in front of you,
Become so crazy and teenage rude…
Running away – doesn’t save,
If only showing one’s true self; but again
Under the mask of indifference,
I still pretend playing the game..
And as if accidentally throwing - hey…
Still wonder if there is an end to this unvalued
Cat-and-mouse game?
Fell in love wit him? - ei, in any case,
But all the cosmic space is sleeping in his gaze.
Copyright © Chaika Chaika | Year Posted 2014
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Chaika Chaika Poem
Worn out souls - exhausted toys,
Rushed decisions, shaking voice,
Impatience, no resignation,
Taking nothing into consideration.
Wanted those hands on my body,
Vampire barenecked kiss,
Eager eyes and avid lips, - drove me crazy, and
Almost broke my desperate attempts to resist.
Maimed, lost and timid hearts,
Lets tear them out, prolonging the farce,
I prefer being arctic cold in frost,
Instead of feeling always tattered and lost.
Finished all the cruel games,
These days go by and I finally find,
Relief and patience, from the soulful confusion,
Luckily, having no any more illusion.
Only regret and disappointment that I allowed this intrusion.
Copyright © Chaika Chaika | Year Posted 2014
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