Here, here
I met her right here
My dear
We’re both on this sphere

I can see it
It’s inside my dream
But today
I miss me too much

Liar, liar
Was playing with fire
To bow, to admire
And get her desire

I can see it
It’s reality
But today
I want me too much

There, there
It happened right there
Fair, unfair
She doesn’t care

I can see it
It’s banality
And today
I love me too much

Alexandra Puškárová

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'Every poem has a story to tell'

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