The Dead Poem

 

 I am dead

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

 

If you were my doctor

Take your sickness from me

Tell me how the feelings could die

And how your words become so hurt

 

If you were my sailor

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

 

If you were my friend

I missed you tell me

How I can’t miss

Teach me how the tear could die

In the eye before it falls

 

If you were someone

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

 

 

If you were my poet

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

If you were my poet

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

And all her words still hurt

                 

                          Sailor

 

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