Last
night
me and
mine moon
cried till
the sun rises,
he left me alone
when i need him the
most, just like a poet die
when an ink needs the life to
bloom in someone's heart and bleed
the love and for some to heal the wounds.
now, the sunshine wasn't kissing me, my skin
burned of his love and my soul is burning
underneath of his breath. the skies are betraying
since he left me under the twilight sky and the stars
are craving to see, me and him as us and the gloomy nights
are exhilarated to fill my cemetery with. and the moon is in dilemma
to consign those billet doux i wrote for him from my death bed under my coffin.
each petal
of the roses
on my cadaver
smell my
love for
him.
the
mourn
-ing
songs
are on
rest in
guilty
for
loving
him
from
the
depth
of my
heart
moan
-ing
soul
still
spying
his
way.
I
still
belong
to
him
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