POETRY and PREJUDICE

to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

четвъртък, 19 септември 2013 г.

The Distance

"talking to angels, counting the stars,
dancing with strangers, falling apart,
waiting for..."

no surprise for me, it's all the same
i'm fallIng in the same well-known tracks
no surprise for anyone else
they just roll all bored their eyes
"there she goes again and again and again..."

late train rides, plane flights
secret notes on cigarettes
text messages in lunch hours
talking to me even when he's with his friends
saying " i love you " in four languages (never enough)
got me Waking up for him so late at night
i'm sleeping on the rIght side of the bed
because on that night that's where he slept
promises made, thousands of miLes away
half of the damned europe holds us estranged
my friends they tried to keep in touch with all of them
guess we're the ones who succeeded that way
and i had promised myself
i wouLd never let this happen again
but he got me alone and Without a choice
in first place
so here we are, humming lyrics from songs
that remind us of what happened
not so long ago...

i called him my supermAn
and remember when he called me
"prIncess"...

this is my ode to the disTance.

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