This Love Is Just A Slow Death Poem by Karina Lakeyeva

We’re walking on thin ice at dark –
Approaching and moving over…
This wind like an eternal rover
Keeps haunting us to leave a mark
Of our past in minds. Befall
Me yet, my flame – just on this spire
Or till the end. You do inspire
My heart to live and make me ball.

Ch.: You call me and I hold my breath
And fly to you, my sun magnetic…
But what if fears are prophetic –
This love is just a slow death? ..

We differ so – sparks & rime,
We hurt each other in despair,
Repeat mistakes. It is unfair,
The earthly fights with the sublime.
The peaceful time’s the sweetest balm,
The solace after wars. To cope
With streams or to exscind all hope,
Explosive bliss or deathly calm?

Chorus