To you
I was afraid of being forgotten, and they forgot me
I was afraid of loneliness, and the darkness attacked me
I was afraid of your distance, and now I'm screaming,
He died,
And no one understands my language
I say died,
Do they know what death means, son of my blood?
I won't hug you anymore
I won't see your smile anymore,
you won't comb my hair,
you won't dance with me,
I will not give you books,
And I won't drown in your eyes anymore.
I will only see you in my heart,
But I will not cry.
If I cry, I will say goodbye
And if I see you in my heart,
You are still here,
No farewell to us,
We are still here,
And when I leave you, I cry
Son of my blood, preach
I will cry when I die,
Do you know where death takes me?
To you.
So even when I die, I don't cry
And I don't know goodbye,
Because I will meet you.
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Feel
PoetryFlowers, bread, hugs, books, gifts, thoughts, words and pictures are all things that make us feel. They can make us feel happy, sad or exicted. Everything we touch and see , give us a feeling, in it's own way. Love, Sadness, Affection, Bruises, Kin...
