Bury me in soft, tender kisses,
Set me on fire like gasoline,
Slowly burn down all my bridges.
I’ll be your genie, granting you wishes,
When you boost my self-esteem,
I’ll be gracing you with tender kisses.
And if you text me how much you miss this,
I won’t cause a scene.
No, you’ve already set fire to all the bridges!
No matter how special this is,
We will eventually wake from this dream.
So, before you go, bury me in deceitful kisses.
Place my key on the table before you leave.
Don’t make empty promises, you won’t keep.
Don’t flatter me with your soft, tender kisses.
You already burnt down all my bridges.
(Don’t come back, We won’t recover from this wreck!)
© Elena Natroshvili
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