Georgiana Manaila - Dorul

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You paint her name like daylight on your tongue,
but every time it spills, the room comes undone.
I don’t flare, I don’t break, I just fade in the smoke,
sketching borders in the quiet where the silence spoke.

And when you murmur, “It’s nothing, don’t mind,”
I hear the echo stacking bricks in my spine.
Not rage, not pride, just a soft retreat,
guarding the drum where my heartbeat beats.

Every boundary’s a river I let run wide,
every step back’s a vow that I keep inside.
Love won’t root where the ground won’t stay,
so I water my spirit, and I walk away.

Your laughter cuts like crystal on my skin,
shimmering truths with a hollow ring.
It’s not revenge, not storm, not fight,
it’s me bending shadows, turning them into light.

And when you whisper, “Don’t be jealous, it’s fine,”
I just read the distance folded in the lines.
Not a war, not a scream, just a gentle divide,
choosing my breath, choosing my side.

Every boundary’s a river I let run wide,
every step back’s a vow that I keep inside.
Love won’t root where the ground won’t stay,
so I water my spirit, and I walk away.

Still he lingers, reaching for my frame,
clutching at echoes he can’t quite name.
I don’t fight, don’t plead, just drift like air,
quietly wishing he’d let me be bare.

And the pull is heavy, but I won’t bend,
love without roots can’t hold to the end.
I just breathe, I just stay aligned,
guarding the ground that I know is mine.

Every boundary’s a river I let run wide,
every step back’s a vow that I keep inside.
Love won’t root where the ground won’t stay,
so I water my spirit, and I walk away.

Maybe love don’t vanish, it just shifts its form,
maybe silence is shelter, not another storm.
If the lesson is distance, I’ll let it unfold —
can’t lose my balance for a flame that won’t hold.

Every boundary’s a river I let run wide,
every step back’s a vow that I keep inside.
Love won’t root where the ground won’t stay,
so I water my spirit, and I walk away...

River of Boundaries

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