Автор: Гвендолин
Тема:Проза о любви
Опубликовано: 2020-04-21 11:03:59
Автор не возражает против аналитического разбора и критики в рецензиях.

Not burning fire...

You my fire, that I cannot spark off. Always, every day I am in
thought. Your acts don’t make you ideal and nevertheless you don’t
want me to let go. I feel I am hopeless. We are in parallel worlds,
just understand it. I still have feels to you, they so little, they get
lost, however, it doesn’t matter, that I trust you. You broke
everything, that was, sorry, I am fed up of your behavior. Don’t try
to attract attention, you look so stupid. Yes, I don’t shy to say: you
are stupid boy, that thinks he makes right things, maybe you
enjoy, observing for how I suffer. Do you think you’re cool? You
remind me nestling, that sitting on the earth instead of flying
above the sky. You gave me flowers, kissed every night, sang
songs and played the guitar, but all this is not important for me,
it’s emptiness. You sweared in big love, promised mountains and
miracles and I believed your words. And now, I remember the day,
first day of our meeting. It was three years ago, how fast time
flies. At that moment, you seemed to me a prayer, which I will read
constantly, without interruption. You looked strong,
unapproachable and mysterious, always mannerly, that stunned
me. Nonetheless, inside you’re other, your soul other, she is black,
there is no place white color and something light. You’ll have fiasco
until you take off high, learn to love and then people will love you.

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Написано 27.11.2019. Одни из первых мыслей на английском.
Возможны ошибки, но я старалась.