if there was love
Poetry. Huh, just to check if there's a place for poetry here. There's a certain beauty in the pain of writing poetry while being as limited in vocabulary and grammar as I am in English.
if there was love – there should have been a roof
to share a bread to break a dog
or a cat that was not allowed
in bed, but got there anyway;
a tiny branch, that scratched from the outside
when the wind blew and the morning splash of sun
went in through glass that would have used a clean
and through the first green leaves.
there must have been a place
to put a c…