Edmund Calleja Poems
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I Don'T Believe In Love
(If you can't save the relationship,
at least save your pride. Unknown)
It was a strange love story
So difficult to forget,
About an older woman
Whom in a disco I had met.
Ours was a flaming love
Full of passion and regrets,
Where my body she just burned
As her smoke in cigarettes.
We drank freely and softly danced
While she’d press me to her chest,
My hands knew where to linger
As she had the finest breast.
We dated in the morning
And made love all through the night,
She offered me her body
And she set my heart ...
In the obscure shadows of the night
Half of what I say is meaningless,
Empty words without emotion
May they reach you nonetheless.
An eerie silence dwarfs my voice
My intruding mobile has gone dead,
With no connection and no wifi
Is it really time for bed?