Marieta Maglas

Rookie - 803 Points (19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania)

My King

You've never had
A real dream love.
Your ideas,
Empowered you
So deeply
Making you completely
To turn your dreams
Into reality.

You didn't taste
The rain
And never danced in it.
It's a dance
Holding your love
Feeling the water
Into your skin.

You've never cried
For not being a child
Any longer,

Even when you forgot
Falling away
Into your very old

You've never screamed
In the darkness,

And you've never had
The courage
To make love
On the snow.

So, don't touch my soul,


You cannot be my king.

You didn't make me who I am.

If you really loved me,
I would never let you go. Registered & Protected

Submitted: Thursday, August 26, 2010
Edited: Monday, April 22, 2013


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