at the dead end of lost love
starts paradise of broken hearts.
hobby of suffering listening to blues
big girls crying to sad tunes
smoking kills
who cares,dude
he murders through love
without counting shoots
is it paradise or hell
no one ever is gonna tell
he loved me to death,
stopped running sands
i just wounded him,
me, he - killed
and even dead,i love him,
still.
Yuna Shapatava
New York
March, 2017