Not Anything Poem by Kirila Cvetkovska

Little Venus told me that there's nothing to say.
Only a marble brick with names engraved to stay.
And watch over towers of longing with deep regrets.
Placing lame excuses for generations up front.
Placing eternal crushes in a lineup of hopeful danger.

The street lamp flickering and losing its vibe.
As a heart pouring itself out to a lonesome couple.
They sit on a bench, looking over a bridge,
only thinking where does smashed love go.
Down the river or back to the throat.
Swallowed or chocked.
For a new soul,
but retold.