Sunday Hindsight Diaries. Nastya Fall
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you never ask, i never tell that i still care.
your tender step i will confirm beside my door.
my sunshine, please don’t hurt me anymore.
19.09.2021
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as the veins of the city give up on their blood,
the horizon is scarlet with pudent desire,
we are breathing with verve and unholy of love
to commit an atonement in fire.
we all know how the vices and virtues are born,
let the beautiful sins still caress our delusions.
doing things that you want you are never alone,
but forever alone in conclusion.
does the chastity matter? please, kill it in me.
raise a toast to delight when we start to decay.
comfort me, fall for me, pervert me, bury me.
we will burn anyway,
we will burn anyway.
03.05.2022
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i want you to know me
like no one before you,
see something behind what i choose to expose.
learn my secret language
and write me a message,
cause nobody else ever gets our jokes.
ineffable silence
and talking in glances,
we’re driving home singing my favourite song.
the way you look holding
my hand is so cozy,
i’d never stop dreaming of you all night long.
you will be my best friend
no matter the weather,
it’s like you have been here for my whole life.
you want me to know you
like no one before me,
it’s more than an honour to know what it’s like.
15.08.2022
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and even if i never touch your lips,
this love will remain as a wreckage of glory,
so blinding and pure that nobody before me
deserves to exist in your own memories.
17.09.2022
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when the mornings grew cold
and the leaves turned to gold
every day i recalled breathing free.
will the start of the fall be as cruel as all,
will the summer end beautifully?
will it come corner-sweeping
pain and leave me to weeping?
will it bless me with horrible sins?
will it give me a clue to know what i should do,
will i live when the autumn begins?
17.09.2022
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i find myself on the kitchen floor, on the bathroom tiles, speaking out the pain,
i squeeze my hand on the lifeless blade, begging you to call till it’s not too late.
if i play things right, will you love me back? will you drag me out of this long nightmare?
it just seems to be: only ending me can put all of this shit to an end.
25.09.2022
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blessed be the rain, and the way we ran
through the crowds to the scarborough fair.
dancing in the fires, drunk and seeing stars,
no one could put our love to an end.
blessed be the times, lying in your arms,
i forgot i was mortally cursed.
as if cherry pies would’ve cured my lies,
but they only made agony worse.
no one could control my disastrous soul,
and i’m sorry i’d wound you this hard.
blessed be the day that you held my hand
or the night that had torn us apart.
30.09.2022
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i wish i could pick up the keys to your heart
and stay inside where i belong.
i can’t allow to get them wrong, that’s why i take my time.
i’ll know the right ones when i find among the counterfeit
the shiny plainly reading sign «exactly what you need».
and when you play a song i like, i’ll feel it all kickstart,
the bridge comes in, we both begin:
«this is my favourite part!»
07.11.2022
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i find my peace in frozen leaves, lakes, haunted by the drowned.
i feel you breathe beneath the trees, die, as you touch the ground.
the evanescence of your step lures to repeat your path,
there’s no obstruction between us, except for life and death.
i whisper vows for winds to catch, i’m barely moving lips.
i tread the lake until ice breaks, and there i find my peace.
07.11.2022
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holiday spirits, festive wishes,
cold breaths, church bells, granny’s tales, woollen mittens,
gift wrappers, skate blades, cheering, christmas tree lights,
iced cookies, champagne, carols, snow, sleepless nights,
mistletoe kisses, spruce wreaths, candlelight,
yuletide, advent, candy, childish delight.
the hour of wonders and family fights.
of course it’s not christmas till somebody cries.
25.12.2022
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if you asked me what happiness is, i would spare time to answer.
i would go for a walk to a song that reminds me of life-changing summers.
i would write