Marieta Maglas

Veteran Poet - 1,153 Points (19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania)

Our Last Tango - Poem by Marieta Maglas

I feel so lonely
In this room for two
Smoking your thoughts
And drinking your dreams.
We're still in that Paris,
Our Paris,
Though we didn't dance, yet,
Our last tango.
You're my sitting stone
I was your throne.
Just open your petrified heart
Only for a second
To understand
That stupid metaphor
Of being together,
Which means
Occasionally
Love.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 24, 2013


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