All the senses, furious foam,
And pain and joy are like a wave.
Beaches at the time of treason,
Love is like a lie; they know everything with fullness.
Sometimes playing with feelings
We strive to justify ourselves-
-for the fact that we lie and meanly change,
Love trade is hot.
So ugly, dirty, stupid
Cruel lies chill-
cheating with a better friend
Deadly heart pokes.
Love is stained with blood
And burying my soul in fidelity
Are you ready to live with one love?
Love is like death, always one.
Canada 09/23/2019
All the senses, furious foam
© Copyright: Владимир Воробьев Абаденский, 2019
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