Past
Blindness
is not always visible, my love
Your
love is devoid of roots that seek
Even
if I read like an open book
Your
arrogance judged me by the cover
Present
You
carry past in your bewitching eyes
I
come from a place called present
My body decays like an old corpse
But
I’m still alive in my dreams
Future
You
will come seeking me far in time
When
my face is nothing but a marble slab
Even with
a cold stone face and my cursed silent lay
I’ll
be insufferably vulnerable
To
your tears and sad face
No comments:
Post a Comment