You looked back,
it was two minutes before your train left.
Your eyes observed my still lips,
they were closed too tight.
I knew what you were looking for─
the four words
the four words which I could never mouth.
The train starts to ride away
as you gave up the same.
It was only then,
I could whiper them
"I still love you."
YOU ARE READING
OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
PoetryIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
