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Playground carousell

a childish love

1 min lectură·11 octombrie 2016

Mediu

I'm bursting up from the inside

Growing up into the street lights,

Flying high on empty feelings,

Rising up to meet the greetings.

You met me, I had your number,

I wore shorts, you smelled like trouble,

Never knew I needed someone,

At the end, I was your no-one.

You come up, I'll meet you downstairs

You relax, I'll fold the armchairs

Don't you breathe, I'm losing air,

I ring you up, you ring my bell.

Let's go out, you look so sleepy,

I dress up, you're going creepy,

Don't wait up, I'll make the breakfast;

Smell it up, I'm out the door.

Seen it all under my low-lit

Crashing house, under your post-it

That you left after the break-up,

Let's keep in touch until the re-up.

You black-out in lonely love-cribs,

I space-out from folding payslips;

Needed more than just a cut-scene

From the door to our love scene.

Holding up, while I push the ceilling,

Looking blank, I know the feeling,

I'll be angry, you go do your time.

I let you go, you were never mine.

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Deniz Aktaș. “Playground carousell.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/deniz-aktas/poezie/14097502/playground-carousell

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