Heating Off

Can you tell me
When the time is right
To strike
With magic?
Or do you prefer a kiss?

I’ve missed –
A lot.
But there’s no space nor earth for us
When you just turn
Your heaters off.

Don’t run away
In escapades of thorns.
The tenderness is here –
It has moved more.

The fear has no luck.
For you and I –
We weren’t born yesterday,
Cause yesterday just sucks…

There’s something inbetween the days –
For sure.
It is called -rainbow-
And it has no cure!


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