Were you someone different then
when you were just my best friend,
when you came to laugh and play,
when I hoped you’ll come and say
„Will you go this Saturday with me?
In the forest something we will see.“?
Were you planning every time
how to say „I’ll make you mine.“?
Did this plan every time fail
or you really waited there
for me to be old enough?
Was it all a pretend laugh,
mask for your impatient waiting.
And why still I hope that maybe
you were having fun indeed,
not just waiting there to see
like a predator in grass,
when will perfect moment pass
to snatch me from children’s joy
making me a powerless toy?

26.08.2021
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