Don’t ask me how
Or when?
Your ghost killed me
And before I get dead
Like the flute melody
I became Din
Like the dead poem
It’s the End
Your shadows follow me
You said words you never meant
You sent messages you never sent
You told me things and you left
And I am here lost
Like the dead poem
It’s the End
Take your sickness from me
Tell me how the feelings could die
And how your words become so hurt
Why you sail me away
And left me at this darkness sea
Why I become like a drawn wave
Why I become like a lost bay
How I can’t miss
Teach me how the tear could die
In the eye before it falls
Tell me why you exactly like me
Why I like everything in you
And all what you do
Tell me how you understand me like this
I missed you tell me
How I cant miss
Tell me what words could tell
When the meaning become less
Tell me what words gonna say
When the feelings become so cheap
When the feeling become like death
Tell me why this poem Dead?
The shadows still moving at the poem
The flower of connecting still move
It become green
What she gonna say
Sailor