Poetry
Love Tale
Nights are senseless
His tent or tongue looks more irresistible
This poet denies the outer world, the longing
Of get lost in full moon or escape for save this soul.
Sex overwrites the melodrama of each raindrop
On my skin,
Denying like dying
Is the world's best joke.
Love is not lunatic anymore
It has voice of pure rhythmic tone
It knows logic of all sharp fall
…n when it falls, demon laughs
Love can be a whore
Whore is never, nothing like love
Checkbox of right or wrong, easy!
Who cares?
Valid or void
Love is just not love, it's
Always hard to define but easier to think
Love turns on the long to play
Angels come back, demons too.
I'm bringing fairytales back.
What about you?
Atika Cherry is a young poet
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