I'm not ... anymore...

< Leah Altukhova

I do not write you poems ...
You say strange?
I have no right!
It has long been melted the sound of your steps,
And years rolled like compositions.

I no longer forced against your cheek.
This barbed. It is necessary to shave,
right!
I went just light.
And the walls I hissed: "Bravo,
bravo! .. »

I do not touch you in the night ...
All now look
I am trying to sensibly.
Then I gave you the keys
And along with them to the separation law.

Attempt at writing poems