Александра

Александра Шокорова
26 января 2018

I want you... so much... To tears, to the creeps...
To bitten lips, before whimpering from the pain of longing...
But living as she lived, smiling bystanders,
Dream – impossible – just touch hands.

I want you like the life is left – a week.
Just a few days, and have nothing to do.
I haven't lost my mind, just nerves have been on the limit
Easier to erupt – and in the ashes, the long, painful smolder.

I want you, I miss you impossible to miss
And the anguish from within corrodes worse than any acid.
Each date night in a dream I appoint,
Fifteen minutes before dawn, the fifth star...

Come, both of us, both need this meeting!
Give me a chance to tell you that there is no force to hide.
I want you very much. From that time does not heal.
Only I don't want to forget...