Close the door so we can both be alone.
It does not matter,
Which side you are.
With me, or without me.
We are of our own.
Your toes against mine,
it doesn't matter if you step on them.
Nor do I care how much you give.
Or how much I receive,
after what I received.
Don't frown at my words,
What did you expect?
I told you the first time we met,
Didn't I?
I'm accountable for words and actions.
And I wished,
more sincerely than I realized.
You will do the same.
YOU ARE READING
It's three in the morning.
PoetryA small collection of poems which I write when I could not sleep. Or (mostly) of my personal experiences.
