In the midnight when I open my eyes
To the dilemma of the eternity of my brain
I feel what those earnings want to say
When you touched them for the first time
What my hair felt like when the first time you appreciated them
The confusion is still there
Was it the love or the confusion?
It was expressing
Your hands were warm when you touched me for the first time
The kiss felt like a little warm rendezvous in my weary life
And that explanation for not being mine
Did it even hurt you?
Because it hurts me still.
In that phase, I learned that
When time is wrong you and me
Just can't be we.
To the heart which was yours yet mine
To the mind which was yours but destroyed mine.
The time flies.
I see you now.
I feel nothing.
I talk to you.
I smile like I am something to you.
I keep your compliments as a possession.
Your affection was beyond time.
The time flies but not letting my memories dry.
We can still share a table and a bottle of wine.
I love to call you a mistake
Which was wholeheartedly mine.
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Life Or Death | Poetry |
Poesía-A body so alive but I've got death inside my mind -Some poetry of all the good and all the bad -When I wanted to live forever and when I couldn't bear another day on this Earth
