I live knowing we can't be together
Will you let me die like I lived, without you?
I would let you go even now if I would ever
Believe whole heartedly that you loving me's not true
I will keep on living like a moribound would keep
His hands and body and soul tied to blind wish
That his soul would not be killed but in the sleep
Where everything is pure in a dream that the day has vanish.
You know I dreamt of you last night? I can tell
As that dream is the reminiscence of you being burried
Under my memories that comes back in a hell
Where screaming are my thoughts, my sadness and my worries.
YOU ARE READING
Something I can't tell
PoetryI don't know why I wrote a fricking long poem and at this moment I am afraid to ask myself because I wouldn't like the answer. Hopefully, "Something I can't tell" won't turn into a sequel because someone should check if I am still myself and not som...
