Saniya Galeyeva

Bronze Star - 2,201 Points (08.05.1986 / Russia, Orenburg region, Sorochinsk)

Saniya Galeyeva Poems

1. A Bird Unaware Of Flight 4/22/2012
2. Betrayal 4/22/2012
3. It Is A Painful Game 4/22/2012
4. Could I Fulfill My Dream 4/19/2012
5. I Know I Shall Die 4/19/2012
6. The Doll Has Been Collected 4/22/2012
7. Nishan 4/22/2012
8. Since Now I Will Love You Secretly 4/22/2012
9. The Way I Love You 4/22/2012
10. My Lovely And Cruel Angel 4/22/2012
11. If Love Is A Feeling 4/22/2012
12. There Is So Little Gentleness In Me, So Little Fire 4/22/2012
13. I Do Not Care 4/22/2012
14. You Have Never Come Into My Dreams 4/22/2012
15. The Broken Sun Is In My Veins 4/22/2012
16. Serious Talk 4/22/2012
17. What Is Love? 4/22/2012
18. I Am Not Craving For Your Embrace 4/22/2012
19. Taking The False For The True 4/22/2012
20. Virtual Love 4/22/2012
21. You Said 'I Love You' And I Am Sad 4/22/2012
22. Kiss Me 4/22/2012
23. Is It Love Or Is It Shit? 4/22/2012
24. Just Order Me To Lose My Mind 4/22/2012
25. Do Not Try To Be Nice 4/22/2012
26. I Wish I Were Your Air 4/22/2012
27. What Do I Want? 4/22/2012
28. You Will Say Again That We Must Fight 4/22/2012
29. The Winter Is So Long This Year 4/22/2012
30. You Are Free And I Am Not Tamed 4/22/2012
31. Take A Gun 4/22/2012
32. Why Is It Happening Again? 4/22/2012
33. Make Me 4/22/2012
34. How Will My Son Be Smiling? 4/22/2012
35. I Need Your Love More And More 4/22/2012
36. God Sold My Poor Soul 4/22/2012
37. I Shall Put A Maple Leaf On Your Soft Palm 4/22/2012
38. Let Me Think And Let Me Know 4/22/2012
39. He Showed Me Love 4/22/2012
40. The Door Is Closed 4/22/2012
Best Poem of Saniya Galeyeva

After Sex

After sex with you
I’ve got your smell on my skin.
You’ve got my smell too.
And you’ve got the smell of sin.

After sex with me
You go away and I stay.
I do not mind it.
For me it is just a game.

After sex with you
I’ve got your smell on my sheet.
I take it and put
Into my washing-machine.

After sex with me
You’ll tell me: “I love you, babe”.
I know it’s a trick.
I’ll feel as if I were raped.

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A Bird Unaware Of Flight

A bird unaware of flight,
A sword unaware of blood -
That's me. And I'm scared to fight,
My blade cannot slash, cannot cut.

I will say I am a cynic,
That I'm a great bore, cruel, petty.
And people are apt to believe it,
They see that my soul is empty.

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