These empty shores seem colder than they are.
I have gone too far, don't leave me with a scar.
Don't leave me dry with raindrops from the sky.
If I had died, you'd simply ask me why.
My thoughts are grey, like footprints in the sand.
Please bury me in heart of stormy sea.
I miss you and you know I can't pretend.
I fall asleep while purple sings for me.
Remains of day have tried to hunt me down.
Perhaps I should, to flee this side of town.
Inside my head I see the King and Clown.
So proud, but he never wanted crown.
13.05.2021
Стаськів М. А.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=913734
Рубрика: Лирика любви
дата надходження 13.05.2021
автор: Моряк