If my teardrops could turn into diamonds,
I think this sadness might be valuable to you.
If the raindrops in the sky could turn into cash,
I'll open my umbrella upside down for you.
If the crickets in the night could hear me crying,
I'll tell them everything about you and me.
If the birds in the morning could wake me up,
I would really hate them for disturbing me.
If my mistakes could turn into flames,
I'm now already turned into ashes of remorse.
If my absence could take away your loneliness,
I'll push you away from me with force.
If the moon won't leave me until dawn,
I'll talk to him and cry like a fool.
If the sun hides behind the clouds,
I'll say to myself that he's so uncool.
As I share you these things,
I hope you'll forgive me my darling.
And as I end this meaningless piece,
It means that the sky is finally falling.
YOU ARE READING
Notapoem
PoetryA book that contains my old and recent poems that shares different thoughts and emotions. The book was planned to contain one hundred pieces of written poetry to be considered as a successful work.
