David Mavova Poems
- 1. Confession
Before he finds out about us, allow me to explain my inner face that I trust.
As my eyes can be blind, perfect occasions have passed.
... - 2. April
On Mondays I want to be with you, to fade away the sparkles of evil for the days to follow.
Cuddle with me at night and let us slowly lose ourselves.
Am I coward, April? Am I a coward, because of my inability to confess this all to you - to confess my feelings to you?
The countless thoughts that linger in my head make me think this won’t be right - okay.
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