Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

Not sure if I love being angry with you, Or if I'm just angry that I love you. Maybe a bit of both, as I confess, That this perfect path has digressed. And there is nothing that makes me Feel more insecure Than not being sure If this romance is honest and pure, Or if it's a heavily masked detour. Is this romance just a dance, That happened purely by chance? If so, let me lie in the crook of your collar bone (Which I love so much) And let me use your legs as a crutch, So that I won't cry at your touch. But if this romance is something more Than a cure to our juvenile bore, Then please do let me know. I don't want to be one to Dip red roses in tar No, I want to lie under the stars, Counting each one as we go. On a midsummer night, Where the moon shines so bright, Let us examine each constellation. Let us take a long vacation, As we number each star that passes through. It would take forever, Which is how l

It was a kiss by a stream In a lopsided dream That brought back the days Of an amiable phase My heart like a machine When I saw your name on my screen My heart pumping oil But my love wouldn't broil For I did it all wrong And I worried too long Like a bird sings its song I should've fluttered along It was never love, not at all For to love is to crawl On a cold basement floor To a fiery red door But to know it's all right For the love glows so bright I just took any old fruit That looked kind of cute I'd grab a fresh pear And show it great care Then I'd drink some sweet liquor And put "love" on the sticker Of this useless green pear That I devoured to air It was a kiss by a stream In a lopsided dream That bore the fruit of my sin And crawled like ants on my skin